This will be a very short diary, as I'm short on time, but I know there are many Kossacks who will be glad to know that she is OK and back to writing for Baghdad Burning.
Please read her heartrending tale of departure from Iraq. Here is one small excerpt:
There was one point, during the final days of June, where I simply sat on my packed suitcase and cried. By early July, I was convinced we would never leave. I was sure the Iraqi border was as far away, for me, as the borders of Alaska. It had taken us well over two months to decide to leave by car instead of by plane. It had taken us yet another month to settle on Syria as opposed to Jordan. How long would it take us to reschedule leaving?