Khawaga Kid Camping

Girl Scout Troop Jumeirah Beach  1974

Memories of one of my hometowns before it transformed into the glamorous city it is today. I was always a reader and soon words beguiled me, whispering sometimes; shouting at others. Stuck in my head until I freed them with my pen.

Khawaga Kid and Mama V

These were the good years, when our family was close. Kabtn Khawaga was faithful to his First Mate V. No matter where we lived in the world, my mother’s world was her home and family. We have very few photos of exotic scenery; she chose instead to capture family celebrations for birthdays and holidays. No matter where we lived, she made a cozy home for her family.

Me aka Khawaga Kid

This blog is created for my creative and emotional outlet as I finish a memoir I started for NaNoWriMo 2014. It began with another title, but halfway through, I knew it was going to be about Khawaga Kid and her life as a foreigner through moves, breakup of family, loss of friends. “Who is she?” I heard people ask. “Who am I?” I asked myself.

Goodbye Dubai

My first gig as a writer was being Editor of Jumeirah American School’s newspaper, The Desert Sands Rambler. I call my father Kabtn Khawaga in my memoir. He chose to make his secretary his mistress and decreed it was time for First Mate V and her two daughters to leave Dubai so he could be free of family to be an International Playboy. Within seven years, he became an International Deadbeat Dad.

HELLO!

My life as a foreigner began with my birth in Thibodaux, Louisiana. Both parents were there due to the booming oil economy. My mother from Alabama and my father from Mississippi.

I took my first overseas flight at the age of four. I was accompanied by my mother and six-week-old sister. We flew to Beirut, Lebanon for Christmas with my father and grandfather.

We moved many times and to various parts of the globe. I grew used to hearing people ask, “Who is she? She’s not from around here.” While in Egypt, I learned that Khawaga means foreigner and by that trip in 2007, I truly was a foreigner, even in my own family.

Khawaga Kid fits. It just feels right. It’s also the title of my soon to be published memoir.

WELCOME!