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UN High Commissioner for Refugees, US State Department reps visit Boise
Last week, I interviewed Vincent Cochetel, the Regional Representative for the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees in the United States and the Caribbean, and Kelly Gauger, Deputy Director for Refugee Admission at the U.S. State Department’s Bureau of Population, … Continue reading
Posted in Features, Journalism 2.0
Tagged Bhutan, boise, Boise State, Dadaab, Eritrea, Iraq, Kelly Gauger, refugees, UNHCR, Vincent Cochetel
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I am more appropriate than previously thought
Wouldn’t it be amazing if people started finding tomato plant volunteers in their lawns instead of dandelions? Continue reading
Burying Placenta in Boise
I don’t think Petra remembered her placenta, but she seemed to like it’s shallow grave among the sagebrush.
She stood on the mound of fresh dirt, looking east toward the rising sun, a faint smile creeping into the corners of her little mouth. “Is the rest of my childhood going to be this weird,” the smile hinted. “What am I doing here?”
If only she had had more words. Continue reading