Commiting to be a blogger
I started this blog on April 17, 2012 with great hopes that I would add to it on a regular basis. I can't believe that it took until now - March 4, 2013 - to write my second blog entry. I wonder if other would-be bloggers have such a terrible false start. It's not that I had nothing to say. My problem was that I didn't make a serious commitment to this means of communicating with others, knowing that my audience would be small at first. So here goes - this is my pledge that from now on ...I will add entries to this blog at least once a week, hopefully more. If I am its only reader, so be it - then it will be my online diary. But hopefully, in time, others will find it interesting, informative, useful, fun, and at times maybe even inspiring.
I will begin with a quick introduction. My name is Patricia Mihaly Nabti. I am an American-Lebanese - the opposite of those millions of Lebanese-Americans, people of Lebanese heritage that are American citizens and have made America their home. I have no Lebanese heritage. And my children only have Lebanese heritage because their father is Lebanese. I owe my Lebanese citizenship to that same man, since Lebanese men can pass Lebanese citizenship on to their wives and children, though Lebanese women have no such right. At least not yet. That is a matter of ongoing debate. In any case, I was born in California of California-born parents. That itself is a considerable distinction which I suspect is shared by only a small percentage of Californians, especially people of the age to have children and grandchildren of their own. My father's parents were both Hungarian and I continue to have some contact with my Hungarian relatives, enjoy the food and music, and can identify speakers of Hungarian from a great distance just by the syncopated rhythm of their speech. On my mother's side I am of mixed European heritage - Swedish, Danish, Irish, and who knows what else...I think a little German and Spanish.. but any distinctive traits from that heritage have been totally obscured in the American melting pot.
What is relevant here is that I am Lebanese through my husband and have lived in Lebanon since 1992 thus earning the right, I think, to call myself an American-Lebanese, proud to carry a Lebanese identity card, along with my expired Lebanese passport, and my valid American passport. And I have this wonderful flagstand in my home holding three small flags - Hungarian, American, and Lebanese.
That's it for today, but I promise to write again within a week...maybe sooner.