Standing in front of a class of forty-five 17-year-old boys, something I had learned to do on a daily basis, I smiled and flailed my arms frantically as I tried to explain a game to them.  “OK, you start- stand up.  No, stand up please.  OK, you too.  No, don’t sit back down-...

My strategy of slathering on sunblock every thirty minutes had been thwarted by the heavy Thai sun that hung low over Kho Pha Ngan, and by the time I got back into Bangkok my skin was starting to blister.  It was early morning when the bus pulled over to the side of the road and the two drivers...

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" is one of those questions that I never really wanted to have to ask anyone. Both condescending and pigeonholing, it makes me feel like a grandmother, bending down to ask a pre-schooler whether he wants to be a cowboy or an astronaut. Nevertheless, I ask...