Tag Archives: Bhutan

First Anniversary (Part II)


When I was returned to the Iroquois Nursing Home I was put on the palliative care floor. In fact, they moved another woman out in order to put me in the last room at the back of the unit where … Continue reading

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From Bhutan to the Iroquois Nursing Home


Pusbah is twenty-two years old and, as my grandmother would have said, no bigger than a minute. She has a five-month-old daughter who probably is no bigger than a half-second. The baby—whose name starts with A and who was named … Continue reading

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The World Without (Part I)


There were about a thousand people at the Refugee Festival yesterday and almost all of them were born in Africa, Asia or India.  Sadly, relatively few American-born people attended.  What they missed, first, was a cacophony of color in the … Continue reading

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