I’m proud to have my blog post on Moving Rattlesnakes Humanely included in the How-To Issue….
One of the weights I carry from my academic days is a fear that in telling my story of living and working in Nepal, I’ll be appropriating The Other. As weights go, it could be a lot worse; I’m not complaining. But I’m always delighted and relieved to find others grappling with the same question in creative ways….
Four months after I gave birth to my son in Nepal, I celebrated my very first International Women’s Day in 1988 in Gunjanagar, a village in western Chitwan District. It was also Gunjangar’s first time to organize an event for that day. I describe the scene in Sacred Threads, my ethnographic memoir-in-progress….
Within 24 hours, Howard Zinn and J.D. Salinger die, and Steve Jobs announces the iPad (which — menstrual jokes aside — may or may not revolutionize how we interact with the written word). I’m too busy trying to meet end-of-month writing deadlines to meditate on these odd conjunctions. And perhaps writing is the best way […]
Following up on my Martin Luther King Day post, here are some more links that expose mainstream media bias and deepen historical and political understanding of Haiti:…
It’s hard enough to comprehend the scale of disaster in Haiti. What’s harder is this: to stand by and watch hate, ignorance and greed breed on human suffering like maggots….
One of the things I loved best about teaching high school social studies was shaking up students’ perceptions of history. And one of my favorite lessons was in Ancient History. I’d bring in a a jar of beans and a potato with so many sprouts it looked like an octopus (the fact that I always found one in my cupboard could have doubled as a cautionary lesson in the domestic arts)….
For International Vulture Awareness Day, I highlight some exciting community initiatives on two endangered vulture species I posted on last spring: The California Condor and White-Rumped Vulture….
Jerry hooks the grommet at one end of the nylon fabric to the top of the pole. “Where do we attach the other end?” I ask. I grab the pole and fiddle with plastic rings in the middle. “Hold the end,” I say, eyeing the fabric falling towards the floor. Jerry gathers it up. I […]