The final installment in our series about our Fall 2015 trip to Nepal
When we returned to Kathmandu after the village, we had one week left of our trip and it was PACKED.
We still had a screening at the US embassy, three suicide awareness workshops—one at Fulbright and two at government schools, a series
Dear Friends and Supporters: I wrote the following blog post several days ago, but it didn’t seem to go out. Please forgive me if you’re seeing this as a repeat!.
We are preparing to send out some sweet end-of-the-year photo cards, and we have realized that we do
… Until someone comes along to fix them.
I had been quietly dreading this time of the year–the push time, when we’re really jamming to get all the footage organized and ready to hand off to our editor. The reason? We still had some lingering workflow problems I did not know how to deal with. Jump back a month or
Looking for the Right Kind of Relationship
We find ourselves in the position RIGHT THIS MINUTE of needing to plunge into attempting to secure the relationships Mr. Cogan describes, in order to bridge
I think of the New Year as beginning in September. It’s my mindset. I taught school for ten years. Every fall I get swoony over school supplies and feel wistful when I see nervous kids in crisp clothes at bus stops. It is the time of new things and beginnings—empty notebooks, sharpened pencils—fresh starts.
We just wrapped up a
It is hard to believe that Shanta’s village exists in the same time and world as the life I lead in West Seattle. It just seems impossible.
But here is the proof. When Scott and Shailendra returned to the village to film Shanta’s mom’s journey to the city, they called me. I got to talk to Sarita on speakerphone while