When you love a place, really and almost hopelessly love it, I think you love it even for its signs of disaster, just as you come to realize how you love the particular irregularities and even the scars on some person’s face. read more

Keeping Cool in Tashkent

When it’s 107F/42C under a cloudless sky, shade is especially sweet. On the campus of Tashkent International School, above, and along Babur Street on an early morning run. read more

They’ll spend the summer


They’ll spend the summer
crushing the garden —
a steam let off slowly.
—Joshua Beckman read more