Marrakech: and a tale of not being ready

I’m not ready.  No, I’m not ready for him to be so big. 
I’m not sure that I know how to do this. 

I’m not ready for his back talk. 
Or the way he says, Whatever, sometimes when I’m scolding him. 
I’m not ready for his jokes about smoking or his sleeping until noon.
For all those things I’ve seen – until now - only in movies.  

I’m not ready for his voice, so deep now. 
And I’m not ready for his young man's laugh. 
Or for his new walk, a kind of saunter with hands stuffed in his pockets. 

And I’m certainly not ready for the way he feels when I hold him in my arms. 
Like he fills up all the space.  Like he could run me over.
 And I couldn’t catch him, or save him, if I had to. 

But mostly, I’m not ready, not yet, to let him go.  

I can’t do this.  I'm not sure, I can do this. 
I don’t know how.   

(Please.  Please let him still see me– for just a while longer -- when I look in his eyes.)

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Dear Friends,
I'm on Martha Stewart Radio – Home Design with Kevin Sharkey today at 5pm EST! Will I be talking about Ethiopian design?..........No, no, I will be talking about my very favorite topic, *Moroccan design*. How to get the look or just add a little exotic flair to your own space. Listeners can call in with their questions, and I would love to hear a friendly voice on the line.

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Maryam

Washington DC: and a tale of friendships

It's not like you don't give up anything when you move to an olive grove in Marrakesh.  Because, you see, you give up a lot.  Like friends who have known you for 20 or more years.  The kind of friends who whip up plates of cheese and bake cakes and open bottles of champagne for no other reason besides, well, you're around.

And you see these friends every few months or every year and it's just the same.

But it's also different.  Because they've fallen in love and gotten married.  And you're not around to go to the movies with them.

                    Because you live in another country.

But regardless, when you get together you laugh and laugh about things that make no sense at all. 

        To anyone else that is.

And you're so touched because those kids that you have now, well, your friends show them cool aps, and buy them presents, and take them for horseback riding lessons. 

And your kids calls these friends Auntie and Uncle.  Even though they're not.

        But really...... they are.

Still the fact is that your kids don't see their Aunties and Uncles very often.

So don't think you don't give up anything to move to an olive grove in Marrakesh. 

                Because, frankly, you give up a lot.

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Marrakech: and a tale of being featured on Tory Burch's blog

Friends,

You might remember that a while back, I had fun shopping with the lovely Tory Burch.  We also had afternoon cocktails at Peacock Pavilions where we did a wee photoshoot.

So happy to be featured on Tory's blog today!  Check out some of my favorite places to shop in Marrakech in my Insider's Guide. 

Photograph by Noa Griffel

Tory has several great posts on Marrakech right now! (She loves Morocco!)  Take a peek at all of them here.  

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