A Conversation With Lebanon

Lebanon, the home I lost, the home that is still there. The happy place my yearning for simmers incessantly on the back burner of my being, restrained from overflowing by the rage I know will flood into me as soon as we meet again.

Photo by Abbass Zahreddine on Unsplash

Dear Lebanon, I hope this letter reaches you well. (No, no, no, scratch, crumple and into the bin with that — figuratively, of course, for that is the Microsoft bin). Who starts a letter…