For so long, everywhere I’ve been, everywhere I’ve worked, people admired American ideals. They believed in them, and in us — which we didn’t deserve even before, given all the horror we’ve let loose on the world — and they thought our ideals were something they could have a piece of, too.
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This is what a man in the Bentiu refugee camp told me. He sought me out when he saw me writing down what women…
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At least, it’s what my Sunday looked like, when I visited Olga and her family in Tshepisong, not far from Johannesburg. If you look…
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For you image-lovers, here’s a few photographs from my first few days back in the Great Lakes… One of the reasons I went…
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When the seasons change, people in New York are electric. They waltz across basketball courts and gun engines at red lights and dance in…
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This is irresistible, and the Aaninka dance troupe is fantastic. Makes me want to move to Cote d’Ivoire and apprentice myself to those women….
Read MoreIt’s been quiet over here as I’ve had my head deep in new and long-term projects. I’m excited to share the results of all…
Read MoreI just went digging for some clips and realized two of my favorite America stories aren’t on my website. So I’d like to introduce…
Read MorePrinciples of the poorest performing schools in South Africa are blaming witchcraft for their students’ lackluster marks. Apparently, the students are suspicious of each…
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Most of the time, the funny things on that list of “things people searched to get to my blog” isn’t all that different from…
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