Now I think, “If we’d be staying longer, we’d be so much better at this.”
Village Life
All Creatures Great and Small
A week ago at this hour, we descended into the bewildering masses of Dhaka city, the capital of Bangladesh, and spent a weary day whiling away the time and supporting our exhausted toddler till we could go to bed… about the time our Canadian bodies wanted to wake up. A week later, matters have improved.... Continue Reading →
Abroad
Three years and a week ago, Charles and I left for a month of traveling in Bangladesh and India. Today we are leaving again. For Bangladesh. In the last eleven years, I have made this trip nine times. I don’t mind doing it again. At all. But I’m glad the packing is over. I’ll take... Continue Reading →
The Thief’s Gift
Bengalis consider nine children problematic in any case, but having six daughters is a severe mishap.
The Clown’s Gift
Noyon wasn’t interested in learning to speak English. He was too busy with speaking in general.
For those of you who remember the story about the lady with the liver disease, my friend, Minara...
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