A statue of Charloun Rieu, a French poet and farmer, stands out on the mountain where Château des Baux, a...

The black bump on the stone wall I walked was a curiosity.  What was it?  Why was it there?  Did it have a...

Separation can occur in many ways.  Physical distance, emotional valleys, and death are distinct markers, yet there are many other ways...

I remember my first experience of feeling empty and alone in a crowd.  It was a Saturday night on Singapore’s east...

I understood I was in the presence of a master artesian.  The introduction by a friend was understated and humble.  If one...

There are days when the battle within dominates.  I know the struggle between good and evil.  I feel pulled between self and...

I look out over the emerging city centre for Al Reem Island, designer carvings in the sand that will soon...