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The Trauma Mantras is a memoir by medical anthropologist, teacher, and writer Adrie Kusserow, who uses her international work with refugees and humanitarian projects to challenge some of the most basic Western assumptions about the self, illness, suffering, and healing. Cover -- Contents -- Foreword / Yusef Komunyakaa -- I -- The Trouble with Stories: Indian Brothel Raid -- The Sweaty Tribe -- Revised Lonely Planet Guide to Holy Men -- Patchwork Quilt for a Congolese Refugee -- Trigger Fields -- Quarantine Dreams -- Getting the Story Just Right -- Calla Lily, Condom -- Western Psychonauts of the Postpartum Period -- Refugee Christmas Eve -- While Teaching Anthropology Class, I Think of Indra's Net, My Mother, and Try to Redefine ADHD -- Ethnography of Horror, Domesticated -- One Life to Live -- Stale Refugee -- What Counts as Trauma -- Trauma, Inc. -- The Day I Really Became an Anthropologist -- Skull Tree Stories -- Speaking in Tongues: Kickboxers -- The Fat Claw of My Heart -- NGO Elegy -- Those Days We Played God -- Home of Confident Children Out of Conflict (CCC) -- II -- On the Brilliance of Your Story -- I Watch My Daughter Snort Google -- Bhutan: East Wants West Wants East -- Psychocolonialism -- The Trauma Mantras -- Tulip Fever -- Field Notes: Nursing Home Fieldwork with Students -- Himalayan Facebook Fiction -- Prostrations -- Love Poem to America, Quarantined -- What Makes Us (Not) Buddhists -- Anthropology of American Yoga: The Dalai Lama Looks Down on a Yoga Class -- Monsoon Clouds -- American Bardo -- Refugee Encounters with Feelings of a Capitalist Kind -- Happiness -- American Skateboarders -- Breathe with Me Barbie -- Jésus, Immaculée, and the Pig -- Instructions for Doing Fieldwork: Tracking American Buddhists for Interviews at the Stupa -- Between Waking and Sleeping, I Look Outside as It Snows, Think about the Blunt Tool of the English Language -- Crossing the Great Divide -- This Is What Sorrow Looks Like -- Ringtone Trauma -- Mushrooms, Jungle, Yoga -- The Choice -- COVID Subnivean -- Don't Let Anyone Tell You Anything Is Separate in This World.
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