I know: Do we really need Flying Bone?

Well, probably not. Nevertheless, here we are.

This former future writer has an itch to scratch. And, having received promises from three non-family members that they will read, I ask myself: If not now, who?

In 1990, I graduated from college, sacrificed my wisdom teeth to the Peace Corps, and left New York City for volunteer service, in Pakistan and then in Bulgaria. One thing led to another, as things do. I lived and worked abroad for 16 years, including 12 in Bulgaria and a couple of years each in Macedonia and Kosovo. These days, although my paper mail finds me at an address in Silver Spring, Maryland, big pieces of my life are still international. Including the loves of my life, who share my address.

Flying Bone is meant to be a reflection on, and perhaps a love letter to, this international life. Linguistic victories and defeats. Misadventures of a young teacher. Mistakes of an evolving intercultural manager. An occasional scandal requiring the changing of names. Inter alia.

My name is Matt Brown.

Ready or not, welcome to Flying Bone.