Bonfire Night

“Remember, remember the fifth of November,  gunpowder, treason and plot.  We see no reason why gunpowder treason  should ever be forgot!”  The first verse of this nursery rhyme rings in my ears as clearly as it did the day my mother taught it to me. And this song returns once a year, as she and

Language & Identity by the Beach

Watching the sun’s last rays glisten on the waves of the Mediterranean as its burning flame anticipates being quenched by the Sea’s cool water, I listen to Yasmine Hamdan’s raspy Lebanese dialect as she sings of Sehnsucht and heartache (watch video here) . Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, these are things I have long

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