Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far
and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

NAVALLO, Katrina, Ph.D.

Adjunct Professor
Labor Migration in Asia; Healthcare; Japan Studies
COURSE(S) TAUGHT
AS 234
Special Problems: Northeast Asia (Migration, Aging and Care Work in East Asia)