Thump. Thump. Thump. In Namkong Village, you heard Ms. Vong Deuan before you saw her. The sound carried through the morning air. The sound was deep, steady, and unhurried. The wooden masher rose and fell into the rice like a drumbeat, a pulse running through the village. Thump. Thump. Thump. She stood over the rice…
Even though this man had been up all night. Nambo Village had just celebrated their New Year, and as chief, he had hosted it. Every toast, every song, every laugh that carried deep into the night (and well past it). He was the last one responsible. And somehow, the first door we knocked on in…
Meet Mrs. Zer. We watched her climb a steep hill with her basket of water jugs and not slow down once. At the top, Mrs. Zer stopped for a smoke. She was calm, composed, and completely unfazed . She gave us a few minutes before heading back down to do it all again. There was…
Ms. Ba could not stop smiling. Or talking! She and our translator were chatting like old friends, filling the space with laughter and conversation. But here’s the thing that stopped our translator mid-sentence: this little girl, so young, already spoke multiple dialects. Not one, not two, but several. Our translator looked at us with wide…
This post was originally published on this site. Busy summer focused on teaching and on writing chapters for the 2nd edition of the book on Wildlife Fertility Control that I am co-editing with Dr Cheryl Asa and Dr Anneke Moresco. More than 15 authors will contribute to this edition, including BIWFC colleagues, and we are making…
This post was originally published on this site.
This post was originally published on this site.
This post was originally published on this site.
Mrs. Kut is standing with a basket on her back. Not a small basket. The kind that carries a day’s worth of everything. The kind the body learns to carry because there is no other choice. She has eight children. Eight! And every drop of water those children drink, cook with, wash with, and grow…