It’s been a hectic and confusing week. Donald Trump was elected the leader of my birth-nation. There is so much to unpack in that sentence. I consider Trump’s campaign to have been a snapshot of much of what is wrong with this nation. It was a campaign of fear with a consistent underlining message that
Our options go beyond choosing the lesser of two evils.
For two months I lived in an isolated Himalayan village, hemmed in on all sides by soaring, snow-capped peaks. I’ve passed through places like this before but had never stayed long enough to fully adjust. This time, when I finally did leave, it seemed the world had changed and the city had become a terrible
In Kagbeni, Nepal, a village of fewer than 1,000 people nestled high in the Himalayas, rupees change hands inside shops and barley is traded for buckwheat in the streets, but there is no modern way to store wealth. The nearest bank is a three-hour hike away; while most villagers have a drawer or plastic bag
I arrived in Turkey a week after dissenting military officers briefly hijacked fighter jets, bombed government buildings, took over media stations–and ultimately were defeated by massive and bloody resistance from pro-government civilians. Over two hundred people died in the early hours of July 16th, mostly around Istanbul. The international press was filled with articles that
Across the border from their homeland, Tibetans have created a self-sufficient community but remain officially stateless.
I have been living with a family in Kagbeni, Nepal for over a month–and this village, high in the Himalayas, is perhaps the most beautiful I have ever seen. A few photos to tell it’s story: Kagbeni, Nepal located at 2800 meters. The main square. Though located within Nepal the village is almost all