Excerpt coming soon from my work in progress, about half written as of February 2022. I have been asked for years to write my memories of living in Tehran from November of 1968 to July of 1969. Now I am writing them. As many titles as my first book had, this one has only ever had one, An American Girl in Tehran.
In the photo above my mother and younger sister are practicing their “Shah” waves in front of the Shah Abbas Hotel in Esfahan. I am in the middle, looking clueless, which is a pretty good summation of how I felt most of time I lived there. And wearing a minidress, as were many modern Iranian women at the time, and all the girls from the West. That was only the beginning of the culture shock that was a constant presence during our time there.
I am forever grateful to my 11th grade English teacher, Mrs. Rosenbaum, for assigning me “Structured Composition #5” six months after we returned home to the States, in which I captured some of these memories for the first time, in 1969. Let it be known my writing style has evolved and I no longer write such things as “My heart wrenched free of its prison.”