Feeling Devastated, or, What My Piano Teacher Means to Me

It has been a rough week at my house, for several reasons, many of which I won't write about. But yesterday a lot of emotions overflowed when I received a letter from my piano teacher, Kris Davis, the one who guided me through my adolescent years. More accurately, I received a letter from her husband.... Continue Reading →

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Bookstore in Pune

We have met some amazing people in Pune, India, for our research. We also get stopped frequently on the street by young women who want to take their picture with us. We are nearly always the only white people on the streets, and we get a lot of stares. We also get a lot of... Continue Reading →

People in My Neighborhood

In every community, there is a hierarchy. There are always people who seem “cooler” (or who think they are cooler) and make it known. These people often congratulate each other publicly and get a lot of community recognition. My neighborhood is a community, where most of us meet together regularly to worship. A few of... Continue Reading →

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