With Every Passing Day...

Photographic images, video documentaries, and written ethnographies of anthropological fieldwork often perpetuate the stereotypical image of...

I pick up the reused, 2-liter Coo-ee soda container on the floor and pour a little more water into the small, tin kettle on the gas stove. I...

I have been in Lesotho for one month and five days. Thirty-eight precious days of my time as a Fulbright Scholar have passed. I am official...

1. The most important thing I packed was a BIG dose of humility because I was forced to rely on other people EVERY day. The most incredible...

Tonight as Kabelo and I lazed around in the living room, I was surprised to rediscover my friend, Makabelo, through the eyes of her daught...

Today is my Close of Service or COS from the U.S. Peace Corps... It's been nearly 26 months. Twenty-six months of incredible happiness, ...

I'm driving away from Ha Selomo- watching my little mountain village disappear over the ridge in the early morning light. I can't se...