I am a native of Denizli, Turkey. I spent my childhood and adolescence on the Aegean coast, hanging around the ruins of Ancient Greek civilization. I’d like to think that I am a philosopher because I walked on the soils that the Greek gods, goddesses, and philosophers left their footprints, inhaled the salty humid sea air they breathed in, and inhabited the sense of wonder that woke them up from the deepest sleeps everyday. As the daughter of a civil servant who was regularly sent to remote rural areas of Turkey's southeast (on exile!!) I also spent quite a bit of time in Anatolia, tracing the chaotic yet beautiful sights of the Silk Road, where religions, spices, traditions, wars, and love continue to clash and rise through their ashes.
The picture on the right features me giving a lecture on Aristotle‘s account of friendship and flourishing at the Academy in Assoss established by the man himself, after leaving the Platonic Academy in Athens. Pictures below are taken at the East and West terminus of the Silk Road, an ancient mosque in Xi'an, and a spice bazaar in Istanbul.
The Olympic torch and sprinkles of cumin spice I have been carrying around since my early childhood days have helped me to happily make home in Canada and the US, connecting me to many beloved curious friends and students.
Some recent highlights of my scholarly autobiography include: