When I was in graduate school, plenty of people asked me the dreaded question every anthropology student hears: “What are you going to do with that?” The question is a...
Posted by | May 19, 2016
When I tell people I meet that I’m an anthropologist, I sometimes get a blank stare in return. Occasionally someone will ask if I’ve dug up any cool artifacts lately...
Posted by | March 23, 2016
The first time I lived abroad, in Argentina, I wrote an excited letter to an old friend. "I am living in a place that is very similar to the States...
Posted by | February 24, 2016
One morning during my fieldwork in Mexico, the dog dragged my freshly washed dress off the line and into the mud. I swore at him under my breath, and a...
Posted by | January 13, 2016
When my friends in Mexico migrate within the country, they always go to places where they have family or townspeople. Even if they’ve heard that jobs are more plentiful elsewhere,...
Posted by | September 29, 2015
About twelve years ago, a friend yelled at me for what he saw as constant interruptions. "You never let me finish talking," he said. I was confused. When had I...
