Prologue
I was naked. I looked at my reflection in the dressing room mirror. At five minutes to the hour, I noticed faint sweat beads on my forehead. At four minutes to, I patted my face with flesh-colored powder. With three minutes to go, I remembered that I was

Prologue
I was naked. I looked at my reflection in the dressing room mirror. At five minutes to the hour, I noticed faint sweat beads on my forehead. At four minutes to, I patted my face with flesh-colored powder. With three minutes to go, I remembered that I was

A Conversation with Elisabeth Eaves author of BARE
A: I'm from Vancouver. I have a bachelor's from the University of Washington in Middle Eastern studies and have a master of international affairs from Columbia University. In the three years between college and graduate school, I traveled for over a year