My fellow desis, it is with a heavy heart that I begin this epistle to you. The humble chicken leg, which for years had been a principle source of nourishment for the head and heart, is under severe attack from various imperialist forces. My fear is that if we do not act soon, we will … Continue reading In defense of the chicken leg-piece →

This nomadic life was of my own choosing. I was restless in a small town; the pull of the unknown was strong. And so, over ten years ago, I tore myself from everything I knew and packed two bags and left my home for good. In a new land, I kept few possessions. I told … Continue reading Time machine →