I started this (too long!) essay about two years ago. Dear reader, feel no obligation. This is imperfect and at times inelegant, but I’m posting to refer to and build upon in the future. 1. Choosing to be a Homemaker I didn’t
Four years ago (!) I wrote an ethnographic research paper on missionary ethics that was, I like to think, well-written, complex, and faithful to the interviews. But I struggled throughout the research — and I struggle now — with concerns
A year or two ago, I spent the summer trying in vain to be linguistically immersed in one language in Almaty, a large multi-lingual city full of speakers of Russian, English, Kazakh, Uzbek, and Uighur. As I filled out Kazakh
While lounging around last week in the Malaysian heat and air conditioning, I enjoyed watching Disney’s Frozen. The cold weather! Cold in any language! Because, as in the lovely Between Shades of Gray, any fictional description of cold resonates with me
Last year, I covered WeAreThe99Percent, a blog where people held up signs to express dissatisfaction with life in America during the recession. So it’s been interesting to see the patamushta (патамушта) meme arise in similar ways. When I first saw Hyperbole and a Half redone in Russian, I
“YOU’RE RUNNING LATE to meet with a friend – you’re always running late. So you tromp through the snow to the edge of the road, stuffing your woolen gloves into the pocket of your giant parka. “You’ve learned that a street taxi (aka gypsy
I’ve been attending informal painting classes at the university for about twelve weeks now. It’s been a great opportunity to relax and get to know some of the women living on campus, many of whom are expat wives. Oh yes.
So after that long day out in the cold with insufficient clothing, Lisa was still mysteriously hale and hearty, but I came down super-sick. We’ve been told we can’t take single sick-days, though. So I came into the the next