As the walk through the neighbourhood unfolded, I found myself confronted with several surprises.  One of the early ones seemed to...

Up until a moment recently, I had always thought about the meaning of body language in a specific way.  Body language...

I looked up at a sign on an upper middle-class street in Beirut.  The neon sign for a 24-hour, 7-days-a-week, diner...

As I walked the night streets of downtown Beirut, I was captured by Bassam Kyrillos’ sculpture.  It is set between two...

By the time I got to my morning, my cup was overflowing.  My story is not unique.  Observation suggests that we are...

The reflection was captivating.  The mosaic painted a pattern of light images that took me in many directions.  As I reflected, I...