Savita

Savita

Savita must carefully unpack her single school uniform from her tattered backpack each morning at 5:00 am, one of the only places she may keep the cotton blouse, tie, and gray wool skirt clean after she has scrubbed it and aired it dry each night.  She is any student...
A New Caste System

A New Caste System

One week in Nepal and I can’t help but think of words like inequity, justice, and literacy. As Murari mentioned to me at lunch today, there is a new caste system coming to Nepal. I wonder if the country can survive it. We spent the better part of today at Little...
Kathmandu

Kathmandu

Kathmandu is sari’ed women riding side-saddle on Yamasaki motorcycles as they pass by Magar girls in low-hipped jeans. It is a young police officer cornered roughly and shoved against a bus panel as he tries to issue a traffic ticket. A Rahani-era roundabout imitates...
Welcome to Nepal

Welcome to Nepal

The bandh today brought the streets of Kathmandu to near silence. What yesterday was a caterwaul of sound—vans, trucks, thuk-thuks, motorcycles, and pedestrians mashed against the dusty streets beneath the chaotic tangle of electrical wires-by 7:00 this morning the...
On Being Lost

On Being Lost

The following is an excerpt from a speech I gave at the ROHS National Honor Society induction ceremony.   A hunter has been wandering through the woods, lost, thirsty, and desperate. Finally, we wanders into a small camp. “Thank goodness!” he cries,...