Last week I shared with you my own story, “Meditation on My Home in Lebanon.” As I did so, I kept thinking about the many thousands of Lebanese who lost their homes during the Lebanese civil war. In response to my sadness about the little house in Beit Meri, many people including Lebanese, sent me […]
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Watercolor painting a gift to me from Tara Dunn I made a mistake in my book. Let’s just say that I was wrong. In the epilogue of In Borrowed Houses I said that the little stone house around which my whole story revolves would outlive all of us. My actual words were: “It will […]
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The Lebanese author of this story is known to me. She prefers that both her name and the name of the center where she works be withheld, not for her own sake but to protect the privacy of the refugee children whose stories she tells. In these two stories, the focus is on the children, […]
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Did you see the evening news about the starving Syrian town? The pictures of children crying for food? The 11-year-old boy too weak to walk? The little chests with rib bones protruding? All of it is even more shocking, because while the people of Moadamiya starve to death, barrel bombs delivered by airplanes of Assad’s […]
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Several years ago I was in Burlington, N.C., and needed a place to spend a couple of hours while my daughter was in a meeting at Elon University. Someone recommended a little coffee shop on the main street past the campus. There was, they told me, a comfortable place to sit and read my book. […]
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