I saw a dog get run over in Cambodia. In the back of a tuk tuk (think “motorcycle rickshaw”), my husband worried aloud that he could see a little black puppy trying to cross the busy street up...
My mother never forced me to speak Cantonese. Despite spending the bulk of my childhood in Seattle and then Texas, my mother feared for my English. While she continued to speak to me in Cantonese...
Khadijah Abdel Majid (aka Kaidy, wife of Ali Khasawneh), passed away at 11.30 am on June 13th, in her home in Amman. She was 77 years old. She was the mother of Lina, Lulu, Mahmoud, and the author...
One of the books on my New Year reading list is Sari Botton’s award-winning anthology “Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York,” whose contributors include everyone from...
Who likes to show Valentine's Day a bit of love? Show of hands. I, for one, never have, because it has seemed to me that squishing expressions of love into one day of socially-approved...
In the week since the death of English singer Amy Winehouse much newsprint, or the virtual equivalent, has been spent on her struggles with substance abuse. The analysis of her music, such as it is,...
Hey girl in the strobing light What your mama never told ya Love hurts when you do it right You can cry when you get older - Robyn Last weekend, an old friend of mine was in town. I jokingly...
Just a note before I start: this is the 1000th post on Global Comment! To celebrate, why not become a subscriber and help us keep bringing you thought-provoking content? The real objective of...
I had a sort of vacation recently, a week or so out of the office in which I tried mightily not to do any work. I sat in coffee shops across Brooklyn, read books, scribbled notes, spilled my guts on...
I've written so often that New Orleans is like a lost love I can't bear to see again that it's become a cliche, party of one. I haven't been back since 2002, you see, and this year once again I...
