The Friendly Sniper
My father gave me this bullet. We lived on the top floor of our apartment building in West Beirut during…
Stories
Writing to understand.
Beirut Stories – Part One
Tiny rivulets of water coursed down the walls. It had rained the day before. And some days before then as…
oh Beirut
35 years ago nearly to the day. A city finding any excuse in differences to bury you. A car bomb,…
Notes from a father to his daughter a week after the attack on the WTC
Notes from a father to his daughter a week after the attack on the WTC The rubble still smolders. The…
The Saw Mill Sasquatch – an intro
This is the story of the Saw Mill Sasquatch. May he rest in peace. He was the last of his…