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 →
My Father; His Food
My father is the only person I know who routinely buys things like pickled quail eggs. Additionally, he is the only person I know, who having bought the quail eggs, thinks everyone else will want to try them and might want a jar of their own. He might also buy a case of jars of pickled quail eggs to hand out to anyone who can be persuaded to try one.
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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