D.H. Lawrence, never one to shrink from the erotic, wrote a poem called “Figs.” Oddly, it chides “overripe” women of his day for their “self-assertion” while comparing female genitalia to the title ...

Dutifully, I bite into one fresh fig after another during a backyard discovery tour in Bethlehem. I’m trailing along behind fig fanatic Bassem Samaan, who schools my taste buds to appreciate figs ...