Autobiography

Cherry

Letters, Beirut and time.

It was the late 1990s when the world grew smaller and closer, one keystroke at a time. Chat rooms were new then—windows to places and people I had...

Beirut's last dance.

No one will ever truly understand the beauty of Lebanon in the early 2000s. It wasn’t just a place; it was an emotion, a living, breathing...

Beirut.

So, I’ve heard my stories are a bit too thrilling—maybe even edging on the horrendous. But you’re wondering, ‘Where’s the romance?’ Ah, well, you’ll...
Cherry

1999: A BBC Lens on Shadows and Secrets

After my whirlwind Sicilian adventure of ‘98, I thought life might settle down. Oh, how wrong I was. It was 1999, and I was barely catching my breath...
Cherry

Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - Christmas (ii)

In spite of her cold, mum had rallied over Christmas and had been much more her old self. The warnings were never far away, though... The rest of...
Cherry

Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - Christmas (i)

Another excerpt from my book about my time as mum's full-time carer during her last months of life. She confounded medical expectations by not only...
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Gold cherry

'98, Sicilian Mafia.

98 drifted in like the haze of a Sicilian summer—thick with romance, danger, and a kind of youthful naivety that both liberated and caged me. Zdenka...
Cherry

Chaos In Tel aviv.

1997 was a year that felt more like a chaotic novel than real life, brimming with adventure, heartbreak, danger, and mysticism. After four...

Gilden Cage 1995.

I couldn’t stay. Not in Boars Hill, not in Oxford, and certainly not in the suffocating shadow of my heartbreak. For all its rolling hills,...
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