America, Beirut, Family, Florida, Life in General, London, Middle East, New York City, Politics, Race, Theatre, Writing
A few years ago, while I was living and working in London, I wrote a short play for the Old Red Lion Theatre called ‘A is for Ali’. It was…
My first week in America I was called a ‘Sand Jockey’, a ‘Camel Rider’, and a ‘Sand Nigger’. I was 12. I was a freshman in high school. I had…
New York City, Theatre, Writing
***I know this post could apply to any kind of artist, but for this post I am writing it from a writer’s perspective. Not all these things happened to me….
America, Life in General, Memory, Politics, Religion, Thanksgiving
You don’t need to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I don’t celebrate the holiday. Not for the last two years, at least. Perhaps I would feel differently about the day…
As I begin to find my writing legs again, and attempt to write more thoughtful and op-ed style pieces on this blog and beyond, I wanted to start with something…
Life in General, London, New York City, Theatre
I’ve been thinking a lot about what I would say as I leave London. A record of my thoughts moreso for me to reflect on when things get tough again…
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing, Zoukak Theatre
Three things in nature have a tendency to reset my brain: Walking along the coast of an ocean (preferably with my feet being kissed by the ebbing waves). A thunderstorm…
Beirut, Middle East, Theatre, Writing
I smell like basterma. More on that later. You will notice there was no update for Day 4. And there shan’t be. The city took it’s toll on me and…
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing
This post, and the accompanying video, are coming late because last night my wifi connection dropped completely. Seems my AirBnB host doesn’t have unlimited wifi (note: check on this for…
Beirut, Middle East, Plays, Theatre, Writing
I’m feeling oddly jet lagged even though there is only a 2-hour time difference between Beirut and London. I couldn’t sleep until about 4AM and woke up about 11:15AM and…