A Time to be Thankful
Every Thanksgiving, I remind myself of the many blessings in my life, but while doing that, somewhere in a secret corner of my mind, I
November 26, 2008
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Every Thanksgiving, I remind myself of the many blessings in my life, but while doing that, somewhere in a secret corner of my mind, I
There used to be a time when exercise, hard work and especially running were parts of normal daily functions. Being late meant you had to
A few years ago, I came across an interesting book by Robert Fulghum, titled All I Really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten. In
Before I became “Mother” Worry was just a word Sleep meant long, peaceful nights Didn’t need fairytales, lullabies or sweet lies Before I encountered motherhood
A book review Zohreh Ghahremani In a publishing world where a majority of manuscripts are printed exclusively for the benefit of marketplace, it is uncommon
The clock indicates I have plenty of time before my flight, but for all I care this trip might as well be delayed, postponed, and
The phone in our quiet house comes back to life as friends and relatives call from all over the planet to make sure we’re safe.
Writers often talk about the urge to write their sudden inspirations on whatever comes handy, and frankly, I don’t really care to know how many
A Mirror Garden Memoir, 2007 By: Monir Farmanfarmaian and Zara Houshmand A Mirror Garden is the memoir of an Iranian-American woman who has witnessed much
As Iranians scatter around the world and absorb other cultures, change penetrates our language, dilutes our traditions and alters the way we interact. New and
Millions of years ago, Anatolia was part of the sea, surrounded by green forests. Later, the continuous eruptions of volcanos structured Mid-Anatolia Plateau with masses
Sometimes a loss is best left alone because looking back may entail a whole new defeat we can no longer handle. That’s how I felt
A couple of year have gone by since the The Kite Runner was published, but the book remains a best seller. Those of us who
As I put my shoes, watch, and neck chain in a bin, I pray that I have not left out anything that might trigger the
In a world that aims more and more satirical comments at Persians, most of us are learning how to turn a deaf ear. However, when
As vernal equinox draws near, once again I let hope enter my heart, fill me with its warmth, and prepare to welcome Norooz and all
The glass doors of the animal hospital close behind me, and I’m conscious of having left one of the best segments of my life behind.
Yasmin Crowther’s début novel, The Saffron Kitchen, walks the fine line between fiction and memoir. In this compelling story of a woman caught between two
There’s a peculiar phrase in Persian, “My hands have no salt,” which refers to having done much for others without receiving the due gratitude. This
My American friend and I are talking about kids. She’s upset over her son’s body piercing and is shocked to hear me mention the value
When I hear terms such as “New Year”, it sends my mind into the past to revisit the years that I have left behind. That
Ted Koppel strikes again, that’s all I could think about last night. But the truth is, I can’t blame him for my sleepless nights. He
Most Iranians who live outside of California, view LA as a whole different planet, one that they’d rather stay away from. Even some Californians consider
When emotions are evaluated, Iranian culture tends to tip the scale in favor of depression, sorrow, and even misery. I grew up in Mashad,
Names were originally invented for one purpose: identification. It started with the use of simple sounds and words, but in time, the subject became
