I’ve edited and rewritten this preface more times than the entry it proceeds. I guess what I want to say, really, is, this story isn”t mine to tell.
To read what’s here is to open to the middle of a novel and read a single page. I know that the volunteers past and present who read [...]
Way back in July it was hot—really hot. The hot that you can’t escape, that makes you uncomfortable in your skin.
Since it was July it was also the thick of the monsoon. Since it was July I still wasn’t half sure why or what I was doing in Nepal or if I’d even be here [...]
Let me tell you, some days when I make the first morning appearance in Birganj just outside of my flat the three-year-old kid half-naked, covered in the black muck of Birganj, yells at me, Hello seto! Hello seto, and, finally, Hello whitey!
I think to myself, Gee, was he talking to me? I think I’ve abandoned [...]
We were supposed to have a turkey. By we, I mean everyone congregating in Biratnagar for Thanksgiving. The celebrations had been planned ahead of time and your invitation merely required bringing something Thanksgiving related, where it was food or an accordion-style turkey for décor.
I hadn’t thought of what I was going to bring for Thanksgiving [...]
