Vank Cathedral in Isfahan, Iran.

 The Vank Cathedral was established by the Armenian community which is still present in modern-day Isfahan. The church was built in the mid 1600s and the interior is covered with fine paintings and tiled work depicting events from the life of Jesus as well as the torture inflicted upon Armenian martyrs at the hands of the Ottomans

Miles busted out his childhood Legos this afternoon, and I may or may not have spent two hours building spaceships with Cyrus. #stillakidatheart #masterbuilders

'the girls' at the top of Strassburg's Cathedral of Our Lady. 100 steps up--and a breathtaking view of the Alsace Gremany /France. (at Cathédrale Notre Dame de Strasbourg)

Look what we saw on our hike this morning! (at Silver Lake)

My short story, "The World Entire," was published in the Jackson Hole Writers Conference Edition of Clerestory today. Check it out in the fiction edition, third story down.

The view from Miles' phone this morning. Feeling pretty proud and more than a little jealous.

Interview with Siena Milia, Fall 2014 Flash Fiction Runner Up

Check out my latest author interview! http://muffin.wow-womenonwriting.com/2015/06/interview-with-siena-milia-fall-2014.html

Chasing the baby ducks around Big Cottonwood Park this morning... She couldn't get enough of them.

...the truly social home fragrance spray. ?? #SaudiArabia #socialmedia

Hamedan, Iran

A day in the life of school children of a village in Gilan Province of Iran (Part III)

What an interesting viewpoint.

A documentary about Iran made by a soviet filmmaker (1967) 

I think he wanted a kiss...

The Mistrusted Keeper, a poem

Here come we to the end of it that treasure trove of pleasures like golden coins so oft or not well spent bide and buy and waste, wait and pass alone Where does your treasure end? Where does it lay to rest? In dust? In bone? Museum or throne? such treasure’s not kept by moth or ground not kings can hold its weight in gold but hoard we well the wealth of memories grown old fraying as they do with moments of the aging mind. Oh the simple luxury of Time! Its frivolous credit card charge buy against the season, hold from afar hoard and burry in your wishing well of future hopes, bounty that does not keep it spoils in the sun, its setting and rising done renews in your account, revolution of the earth, but beware it returns to you un-same, changed, and you’ll naturally deny it even though you knew, the knowing a painful promise of every beginning and each ending yet again until we come to the accounting table where we meet its final, fateful chime we rise and shake hands with that long mistrusted keeper, Time.

I wanna be a world traveler too :C

I think travel is one of the most formative avenues of learning that we can engage in, and one of the most important. You can learn more by spending a week in a country than you can from spending a year researching it. Experience, sometimes, is more valuable and substantial than knowledge. 

How does it feel to live in Saudi Arabia? ☺️

Honestly, we like it a great deal. We’ve always loved living in diverse places and experiencing another culture and way of life. Things here are not always easy, particularly for me as a woman, but every place in the world has its difficulties. On the whole, Saudi had been very welcoming to us and we’ve had some once-in-a-lifetime experiences. 

Saudi is a difficult place for foreigners to break into since there is very little non-Muslim tourism. This means that, for most people around the world, Saudi Arabia remains a bit of a mystery--a blank spot on the map. I enjoy writing about our life here to give others an albeit limited view into the mystery. 

Thanks for your question. I assume that you live in Saudi Arabia as well.  How do you like it?

Aftermath of the worst #Saudi #sandstorm yet. The Shamal dumped sand on us all night and is still coming. There will be no playing outside today.