Author Isabel Simons
In my time at KSDC, students and I related by sharing language. I taught English, and the advanced course students taught me Karenni words: greetings, foods we ate, the natural features of the place around us. Even though it was… Continue Reading →
Hello, future intern! I’ve been home in the Pacific Northwest for two weeks, and I’m going through the strange motions of greeting familiar sights with new eyes. It’s taken me a while to wrap my head around being back on… Continue Reading →
Lately I’ve been reflecting a lot about how I relate to Dokhita village, and about Taiye Selasi’s TED Talk, “Don’t ask me where I’m from, ask where I’m a local”. As someone with a healthy antipathy towards the state and… Continue Reading →
Coming back from a visa run in Hanoi, I slow my bike down and inhale deeply to take in the refreshing, smog-less air. The teak trees are flowering, weaving golden-brown ridges across the mountains. In the last few months, Mae… Continue Reading →
Six weeks ago, I stepped off the plane at Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi airport. Six hours later, after a much-needed shower and nap, I woke to the thundering of a monsoon. The metal roof of my my storage-container-turned-hostel-room amplified the torrent to… Continue Reading →
