I wanted to claim Tanzania as my home, but how could I? I was not accepted by others as a part of their country…
Read MoreHow lonely my life could’ve been had I stuck to my culture which tells me to value the thick ties of family above all else...
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Are white, American men going to keep steamrolling over our cultures with their incorrect ideas about who we are and how our differences could harm them?
Read MoreSome swore allegiance to Pakistan, others to Australia and others were in an existential crisis. There was a strange sense of community, which was dynamic and syncretic
Read MoreI personally don't understand monogamy too well. Most cultures give it lip service but very few honor it…
Read MoreTo call it just a meal trivializes it. It’s an event, a ceremony even…
Read MoreAfter realizing his cultural identity as a TCK, Peter faced a new inner conflict as he traveled between America and Korea: Should he stay true to his TCK identity or “take sides” with a single cultural identity?
Read MoreHearts intertwined, cultures blended, held apart and concealed. Muted thoughts are voiced in random tongues.
Read MoreOf course, I envy your ability to switch from Japanese to English and back again, like a ping pong ball ricochets and zings out of a corner.
Read MoreWith the whole of my heart (and my guts), I believe that your accent is fine just the way it is. There isn't really a right way to say 'tomato'. While you can't expect others to agree with your cultural identity, you can expect people to respect it...
Read MoreI was afraid that by identifying as a Javanese woman, I would be mistaken for being submissive, accepting and feminine. I would be misunderstood as being passive, when there is power in subtlety, courtesy, initiative, emotional mastery and consciousness...
Read MoreI find it hard to reach out to my colleagues. In my Australian culture, grief is largely seen as a private affair, punctuated by long and absent silences. Needing a national ‘Are you OK’ day says a lot about us, and how hard it is to have conversations outside socially acceptable boundaries...
Read MoreScattered houses of veneer boards and rusty tin sheets pressed against each other along streets full of dust, are filled with abuse, heartbreak and pain…
I have been travelling through Pakistan, which on its own, is a country of many paradoxes. It is regularly featured near the bottom end of the gender equality indexes in many white papers yet many have forgotten it gave rise to the first female prime minister of a Muslim majority country.
Read MoreThe three of us viewed the crowded steam venting streets being worked for subway tunnels as an industrial Disneyland. Men swarmed up and down bamboo scaffolding. We snaked our ways along the queues for the old red double decker buses that bumped their way around Kowloon...
Read MoreI sit there. Sweaty. Hungry. Flushed. Embarrassed, but humoured. This was the first time I had ever used chopsticks, been to a Vietnamese restaurant, or laid eyes on tea ornaments (flasks)...
Read MoreSpare me the cake and candles and let me celebrate how I like it best...
Read MoreHoly shit. It’s still alive! Okay. Oh my god. Okay. OH MY GOD...
Read MorePeople will say one nation or region is more friendly than another. I honestly can say I think that people are pretty much the same all over the world. So if you are an asshole in Baltimore, moving to another country won’t magically transform you into everyone’s hero...
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