A few days ago, Ba’s cousin’s wife died. This meant he and Ama had to enter a period of mourning. Death and mourning are observed differently in Nepal and in the Philippines, so I wanted to document this one. This is different from mourning the death of a core family member. I don’t know where the person… Continue reading Mourning from a Distance
Hajur buwa and hajur ama are the Nepali words for grandfather and grandmother, respectively. But in this house, grandpa is more affectionately called Ba, and grandma is Ama. Ama actually means mother, but here everyone seems to call their mother mommy. All of my grandparents died early, either before I was born, or when I… Continue reading Ba and Ama: My Nepali Grandparents-in-law
I am not from Nepal, and Scott has not lived here in years, so we’re both out of touch in terms of places to visit, and acts to see, and whatever is happening in Kathmandu. Add to that the responsibilities that come with being married adults, and we have found ourselves spending most of our… Continue reading A Night of Spoken Word Poetry
This is a bit late, but I wanted to greet all women a happy International Women’s Day. To commemorate this day, I read some poems written by Nepali women. I like to get to know people through their personal stories, but because I’m not exactly good at socializing, besides I can’t speak Nepali (yet!), I stick to… Continue reading International Women’s Day
