Confessions of Moroccan Dream Date Barbie

By Leslie Graff

Soon after I was married I went on a medical mission to Morocco. At 5’10,” with my fair skin, blond hair, and air of American independence, I┬áturned heads wherever I went. I was constantly approached, called to, whistled at, and admired by people on the street. The team decided that I should always walk next …

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