The dancers weave a graceful grapevine step, holding objects of enjoyment mounted on colorful ceremonial scarves — musical instruments, flowers, perfume. Wearing long, silk, Tibetan gowns in bright hues, we circle the ritual mandala in Tara Mandala’s prayer hall in a...

“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle.”—Fred Rogers This year, August 31st marks twenty-five years since the last episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood aired. Growing up outside of the United States, I wasn’t exposed to Mister...

On the morning of August 26th, a glacier gave way above Kyirong, on the Tibetan side of the border. The water and debris tore down through Rasuwa, then Nuwakot, taking villages, bridges, and hydropower stations with it, down the Bhote Koshi and into the Trishuli. As...