miriam cooke and I have shared so many important events in our lives. It all started in the 1980s in Beirut. I first encountered miriam’s sensibility in the apartment I was assigned to at the Lebanese American University (then called Beirut University College) because she had left it to return to the United States. I was the recipient of a Fulbright research award, just as she had been. I was to conduct research for my book about the role of women in the Lebanese war. Amazingly enough, miriam had been conducting research on a similar topic during the previous months in Lebanon. We were both students, teachers, and researchers of literature, Arab studies, and women’s studies. People in Lebanon talked to me about miriam’s liveliness and commitment to issues in our part of the world. She had made...

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