As I walked into a building, the mirror in the lobby was a view into two worlds.  The setting sun cast...

The house stands along the way I walk almost every day.  It is a shell of a building that does not...

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...