The Tradition of the Moroccan Mint Tea

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If you’ve ever had a chance to visit Morocco, you’ve certainly had a chance to be invited for a cup of the famous Moroccan tea. Moroccans have a habit of drinking this tea several times during the day, and they will also invite every guest or traveller to try it. What is a secret of the Moroccan mint tea? First of all, it’s not just a tea, it is a whole ceremony of preparing it and serving to a family, friends and guests. This sweet and refreshing hot beverage became one of the symbols of Moroccan culture.

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8 Dos and Don’ts of Eating With A Moroccan Host Family

To The Curious Minded

Moroccans hospitality is an art form that has been practiced and perfected for hundreds of years. That’s just a few hundred years older than you. Their families are also centered around the most important aspect of family life (and my life, for that matter): food. Plain and simple, Moroccans are in love with food, and want their guests to know it and enjoy it alongside them. Here are some Dos and Don’ts at the table with a Moroccan host family.


Do: Get ready to use your hands. Moroccans eat with their fingers; this is a time honored tradition. Do yourself a favor: give ‘em a wash and get ready to dig in.

Don’t: Eat out of your corner. Meals are served in traditional family style – out of one large platter in the middle of the table. Embrace that it gets a little messy and eat with…

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My First Trip to the Public Bath House

To The Curious Minded

Ready to drop all shame? No point in being modest at the hammam, or Turkish-style public bath house, where all from young to old, rich to poor, bathe together, and let it all hang lose. In public. Thats right, all.

While Western-style showers are becoming more common and available in Moroccan homes, the traditional way to bathe is at the local hammam once a week, where you sit and chat with neighbors and friends for hours while scrubbing away the weeks’ worth of filth.

Initially, I was very nervous about my first trip to the hammam. I have to be naked?! With people I know? And that I don’t know?! For Westerners, nudity and bathing are such private experiences that this was a very daunting thing. So, here goes.

So, first you gather up all of your hammam supplies. A little plastic stool to sit on, a kes

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Crisis! When Someone Doesn’t Like You

Therese J. Borchard

P2180215The other day a child psychologist was telling me about a very rigid, perfectionistic patient of hers.

“I want to control what other people are thinking,” the patient explained.

“How do you think you are going to do that?” the therapist responded.

The 11 year-old brainstormed but couldn’t come up with a solution.

Finally the therapist interrupted her thought process and said, “Do you know what you CAN control?”


“What YOU are thinking.”

The young girl paused to think.

“No, that’s not good enough.”

I laughed when I heard the story. As an adult child of an alcoholic, I especially have difficulty when someone doesn’t like me or approve of something I’m doing. And if I like and respect that person, the pain is even deeper. It feels as though the floor under me has disappeared, that I have no grounding or security, and I’m free falling to an…

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Why Sugar Is Poison to Depression

Therese J. Borchard

Sugar_2xmacroI have a theory: Many people who suffer from chronic severe depression and anxiety are allergic to sugar and foods like white flour that the human body processes like sugar.

Like most of my theories, I have tested this one on my 13-year-old son, because his brain is most like mine in our family (poor guy). After he has consumed three pumpkin muffins, his character completely changes, like the Green Goblin (Norman Osborn) in Spider-Man. Depending on the amount of fructose corn syrup in the muffins, his head sometimes spins around like Linda Blair in The Exorcist, and his pupils can do a 360 in the eye sockets. He is horribly obnoxious for about three hours—twerking at the refrigerator, riding his lacrosse stick like a horse through the living room–and then he starts sobbing: “I hate my life!! Someone please shoot me!” Often the next morning he will wake…

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Five day photo challenge day two , Yellow Rose

The lone  yellow Rose stood in the vase looking like the moon, 

It was but high noon the yellow was a calming mellow color , the silent girl stared at the yellow flower and wished she could turn back time ………

She rememember a happy memory of receiving her first flower and it was a yellow rose.