Introducing Zan Goncalves

This morning I listened to NPR on my morning commute--a green-quiet ride.

Pakistan was the subject and as I listened I heard names I'd only read--Peshwar, Kyber Pass--pinged in my ears and I remembered an emmersion experience in Mexico.

How each time I listened to the rapid fire causal talk I felt like my tuner was just out of range, catching small pieces of words I knew--seco, sol, mujer. I dreamt while I was there, my first dream in another language. I wore a white mariachi suit as looked at a new me in the mirror.

This morning I listened to NPR and made a note I could link this radio broadcast on Pakistan to the class I am teaching where we are reading already together about an American mountaineer turned builder of girls' schools in Pakistan. And as I thought I imagined making the link on the class web site and all those students listening. Would we be together in the classroom? Or would we be far apart in our rooms and cafes listening on headphones?

I wonder. This week I will decide with your help.

I am grateful for the opportunity to work with you all.

Zan