No Skin in the Pain

If Beirut is this severed, I’m fretful about what it would be like to walk in the streets of Damascus again. Beirut with it’s crooked charm, feels as intimate as a cul-de-sac and as experiential as a metropole. Beirut tempts those with no skin in the pain with it’s little fables of familiarity. For it’s…

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The First Mini But Mighty Post:

In search of [the right] heroines part 1. I drive my daughter to school everyday. She is four and daily we sing along to the radio as she begins to ask me about the lyrics. "Why is this person 'feeling complicated' mama? She is saying she 'realises she is not alone', that's great! I will…