Something about my own baby girl’s 35th birthday has made me remember an episode that she didn’t understand back when I was 35. It’s another true tale from our time in Dhaka, Bangladesh, in 1996 when my daughter Sadie was seven years old. Sadie was often as tall as grown-up Bengali women. I have troubleContinue reading “Dhaka Dowry”
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The View from a Broad 