All we need is love...
This proud red kalanchoe has been my companion for over 30 years. I got it back in my very first apartment and moved it with me from home...
Sorry mama
Sorry mama, it was not supposed to be this way... Sorry I left and went so far. Sorry that, though I may have been there for the big...
And the cherished tradition lives on
One of the most beloved Lebanese traditions is the weekend sobhiyeh (in reference to morning)-the almost sacred morning family get...
Young love
It is so touching to see young love, witness vows written with heart's ink and shared with the sincerest and purest of intentions, the...
The big deal
I can't explain why, in the middle of the symphony hall last night, listening to the heartwarming works of Debussy, my late grandma, of...
Sitteh
Continuation of my previous post ... As children, we never understood all the excitement and joy my grandma felt when we visited her....
The moon and me
"At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and...
I won't run this time, promise
The word never is one of the most frequently made, yet least frequently upheld promises. It sounds like those New Year resolutions we all...
Tale of two windows
Side by side we still stand, you and me. Under the smoldering suns of life and its ravaging rains. Through its soft dreamy breezes and...
My Papa
I was looking at this 1948 photo of my beloved dad. Then I read a comment on my previous post, which spoke directly to my heart. "......