On Writing Better | Rainer Maria Rilke

European poet Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) pursued a life of meaning through his writing. He studied with the greatest minds of the 20th century, from Rodin to Lou Andreas-Salomé, not only to learn how to write better, but to learn how to think, feel, and live like an artist. Continue reading On Writing Better | Rainer Maria Rilke

How to Become a Better Writer: Tips to Shift Your Perspective on Writing

Meditating on why you are writing in the first place takes you one step closer to your goal of writing better. Shifting your perspective from I have to to I want to because… can help you to write with a purpose, to find your voice as a writer, and to focus better. Continue reading How to Become a Better Writer: Tips to Shift Your Perspective on Writing

New Series: Become a Better Writer + Write Better

As part of this series, every month I’ll be compiling and posting about the techniques and strategies that I incorporate into my teaching and that I myself use as a writer. Of course, we need to acknowledge the fact that better here is an ambiguous adjective; what does it mean to be a better writer? Continue reading New Series: Become a Better Writer + Write Better

Author Spotlight: Carley Mercedes

“…But every once in a while, I’ll read a book that glorifies problematic relationship behaviors such as manipulation or even stalking. I don’t ever want to write a book that encourages women to seek out unhealthy, or even dangerous, relationships, so I focus on creating relationships that are healthy.” Continue reading Author Spotlight: Carley Mercedes

about me


Hi, I’m Neriman! A writer, teacher, researcher, life-long traveller and a book lover.

I grew up reading such geniuses as Ömer Seyfettin, Louisa May Alcott, Eleanor H. Porter, Jules Verne, and Evliya Çelebi. Then did a PhD in Contemporary Global Anglophone Literature.

I live with my cats Vivi who can’t stand traveling and Ofi who is a nomad. We are trying to figure it all out.


“…we have to grope our way through so much filth and rubbish in order to reach home! And we have no one to show us the way. Homesickness is our only guide.”

-Steppenwolf, Herman Hesse

As a self-proclaimed hyphenated spirit, I’ve dedicated my life to exploring what it means to be home. Growing up in Turkey and living in Europe and the U.S. have brought me closer to finding an answer to the complex question of home. Or so I thought.

In his essay, “Minimal Selves,”  Stuart Hall writes that every migrant is accustomed to two questions: “Why are you here?” and “When are you going back home?” The answer to the first question comes easily: for education? to better my life? political asylum?… what have you. The second question, however, is a turning point in every migrant’s life because the migrant, possibly for the first time, confronts the fact that there is no answer to it. “Migration,” Hall writes, “is a one way trip. There is no ‘home’ to go back to” (44).

I would also add: once one leaves, there is no home to go back to even if one returns.

This complex notion of home is the point of departure for my research on diaspora literature. I’m beyond excited about my research and the cultural and sociopolitical possibilities that it opens up. But I want my posts here to be concise and explorative. I want theory and research to be accessible and meaningful. My hope is to bridge the gap between theory and popular discourse and to offer insight into the powerful connection between fiction and truth.

I will be writing about my travels, my ongoing exploration of ‘home,’ and all the wonderful books that are helping me shift my perception about home, identity, and what it means to belong.

(Maybe a few posts about my cat Vivi too)

(You’re right. I’m joking)

(Maybe not)


What is it about the olive tree?

The title of my page is inspired by my upbringing. Although I grew up in the city, my grandparents had a summer house right across Greece in the beautiful Aegean. Starting at the age of six, I spent every summer in the sun by the sea among olive trees. I am thirty-one now as I write this blurb, and this tradition hasn’t changed at all. In fact, last summer I spent my mornings reading and writing at a cozy coffee shop outside under the shade of olive and fig trees. The sun, the sea, the smell of thyme and oregano, grapevines, and olive trees all remind me of home, well, … all are home.


Feel free to drop me a line, say hi, and/or share your thoughts–I’m enjoying the wonderful discussions I’ve been having with other readers and writers here!