Tag Archives: Amman

A Mother’s Love (for futbol)

Posted on June 28, 2018 by Taline Voskeritchian

My mother’s love for futbol and the World Cup was boundless, timeless, and shameless. It crossed continents and generations; it brought us all together in enthusiasm and sometimes in disappointment; it created a kind of goofy, wild joy that was … Continue reading →

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The Valise–a family memoir

Posted on May 23, 2017 by Taline Voskeritchian

      ~~”The Valise” was published in the fall 2011 issue of American Literary Review.  Since then, the publication has gone digital, and the essay is not available in print or on the ALR website.   You can read it … Continue reading →

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Amman rooftops…

Posted on July 21, 2015 by Taline Voskeritchian

~~Our afternoon in Old Amman begins on Rainbow Street, with falafel, at Al-Quds Falafel.  I am told that this hole-in-the-wall with a very amicable falafel maker is the oldest in Amman. His offering is delicious, unpretentious and not heavy on … Continue reading →

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Jafar Tukan (1938-20014)

Posted on November 26, 2014 by Taline Voskeritchian

~~I read today that Jafar Tukan, the eminent Palestinian-Jordanian architect, has died in Amman, the Jordanian capital.  Tukan’s vision was modernist; his commitment was to local culture and building materials.  He was a man of immense cultural knowledge, humility, and … Continue reading →

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In Jordan: The return of the second native language

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Taline Voskeritchian

You know the moment, an hour or two before you are to land in a country you know well, have left for some time, and are now returning to it.  The country may be your native or adopted homeland; you … Continue reading →

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Aleppo burning, Aleppo remembered

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

Aleppo burns–the souk where we have wandered many an afternoon; the Sisi House where we have dined on the most delectable food in the hemisphere; the Kala’a in whose bowels we have been awed and made small; but most of … Continue reading →

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For the Love of the “Beautiful Game,” Futbol

Posted on July 1, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

This year, again, I’ll sit with friends to watch the Euro 2012–my preference unchanged since the first time I saw the team of Spain, my vocal chords well-oiled and ready, my energy acceptable considering the heat and humidity.  But most … Continue reading →

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Meditation on Apple Pie

Posted on January 23, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

The festivities have ended. The Christmas trees are gone, the decorations put away, the resolutions made and, most likely broken in secret.  But more than any of these things, we have begun our collective, national dessert-diss.  Those delectable things we … Continue reading →

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The Many Christmases of the Holy Land

Posted on January 6, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

On the evening of January 5, across the Eastern Mediterranean and beyond, Christians  participate in the re-enactment of the Nativity Story, and  break bread around a simple, mostly vegetarian meal.  All over the world, in churches that belong to the … Continue reading →

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Rx for the two of us…

Posted on November 5, 2010 by Taline Voskeritchian

For my mother, Anahid, who died on November 4, 2005 in Amman, Jordan–these words, written in her rebellious, intelligent, quirky spirit. Fragment from my mother’s scarabé embroidery Here’s the scene. You’re gathered around a festive dining table. There’s a marvelous … Continue reading →

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