I didn’t want to accept the change, I didn’t want to let go of family stability, I didn’t know how to build a home somewhere all on my own…
Read MoreThough I may have felt alone at times, I never really was…
Read More“Sadhu, Sadhu, Sadhu” is how we usually end Buddhist chants, or ‘gatha’s,’ many of which are recited in set groups of verses…
Read MoreI wanted to claim Tanzania as my home, but how could I? I was not accepted by others as a part of their country…
Read MoreThe scene of a Muslim family decorating a built-in home bar at Christmas felt normal to me at the time…
Read MoreOur neighbors and my family sat huddled at a table, Bathed in the smoky vapors and light from a kerosene lantern, With the smell of temples, Like mosquito coils from Japan…
How 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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We have come together not because of blood, but because we share bonds of a common outlook on life…
Read MoreOur version of a corsage was a motia flower and though street vendors would sell these readily, they were not durable enough to hang around the hands of people as they danced…
Read MoreIn places like East Pakistan (before it became Bangladesh), Kuwait, and Sierra Leone there just weren’t that many expat families…
Read MoreWe were crossing time zones long before I learned to cross my T’s…
Read MoreWhen we were politely locked into our hotel in Delhi nine months later due to the street uprisings, the desk manager profusely apologized to us…
Read MoreThe world outside, though foreign, is also mine…
Read MoreI hugged her goodbye and left for the train station. It’s been a year since and that was the last hug I would get from her…
Read MoreA curfew has been enforced here. You can’t leave the house at all. We’ve been rationing the food we have…
Read MoreWhen I think of Vegemite, I think of Japan—Tokyo specifically. When I first started working in Japan, about half of my co-workers were from Australia…
Read MoreAs a child who grew up in a suburban bubble in Minnesota, coming to Flores de Villa was shocking. I was unaware of the poverty that existed, and to see it first-hand changed me forever...
Read MoreEven though my grandmother has been diagnosed with dementia, she still proudly kits up with her 'wedding purse' on her way to the bank, or to the grocery store…
Read MoreMy earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows…
Read MoreMy blue eyes and straight nose a legacy of Northern Europe and gifts from my ancestors…
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