The Long Way Around

I know I keep apologizing for my long silences and many of you are probably ready to give up on me, write me off, stop reading, or worse - stop commenting. I have no grounds to ask this of you but I will attempt to appeal to you none-the-less: Please give me another chance! Again.

Moreover, I beg your indulgence for my two month long Canadian silence. I wasn’t buried in snow banks, or even kept prisoner in my childhood room with its thirty-year-old baby wallpaper. But to say I was hibernating would not be inaccurate. In addition to temporarily silencing this blog, I was also unconscionably silent to good friends in Toronto who sought me out – and those whom I should have sought out on my own. I stayed hidden within the comforting cocoon of my family and used the time to try to pull myself together.

And that, my Devoted Readers and Friends, is closer to the truth than I gave even those closest to me. Not that I lied to anyone about the reasons for my disappearance from the Cairo scene – everything I said was true – just different shades of the truth.

It is my fervent hope that I am now back for good. (Well, other than brief trip to Oslo, Norway next weekend.) The upside of all this is that I now have oodles of tales to tell. From shopping and knitting, to Mario Batali and Wicked; I’ve had a busy spring and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!