The father of a young woman died two days ago. The Proprietor of a hotel adopted the woman when she was four years old because the father w...

The crows are unrepentant; they caw—call—cry, wind-ripped and worn. The prayers in the wheel rotate unaffected. The wind carries sanctifie...

“There is a baby buried under this rock, Sir.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes. Babies are not burned; they are buried.” “But how do you know ...

At 4:00 o’clock on this cold and rainy Saturday afternoon, a welcome celebration for new students and teachers was held in the multi-purpose...

Our bus arrived in Chumey yesterday. We stopped briefly to visit the school where I’ll be teaching and to check out the accommodation arrang...

There are eight of us in total, all feeling incredibly fortunate to be in Bhutan. The Bhutan Canada Foundation , a young entity, made enorm...

Mr. Ramon Carver partially tells the truth (See December blog post, “Say No to Bhutan”). There are an awful lot of dogs in Bhutan and, like...