When I imagined expat (expatriate) life, I never thought the living conditions would be as they are. I had pictured hot, sweaty Africa, living in a tukul (mud hut with a thatched roof), and sleeping under mosquito netting. Our house in Tajikistan is far from that image.
Category: Doctors Without Borders
Farewell, Avaz
The irony of beginning the first post from the field on the topic of death is not lost on me. In some ways I embarked on an expat life as a form of rebirth.
Ready, Set, Go
Next Wednesday, March 1, 2017, I retire from the University of Washington. I joined UW in April, 1995, when Kyle was two and Leigh was four. They are now 24 and nearly 26, just about 10 years younger than I was when I went to work at UW. Aside from a three-year stint at the…
Treehouse Travel 