Life is a tightly budded flower, thorny and gnarled on a bush, wind battered and opened to bloom, not their store bought plastic flower…
Read MoreI was bawling. I don’t think my partner had ever seen me cry like that in the three years we’ve been together. I wasn’t such a mess even when my step dad passed away six months earlier…
Read MoreAre 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 MoreA stamp printed on blue paper in a stingray shape (blame the flaps). Just enough space without lines, to let others know you are still alive…
Read MoreWe have our own 'wildness,' our own ways, and our own abilities to take the good from a culture, and leave out whatever does not resonate…
Read MoreThis emptiness, rootlessnes, in-betweenness, nobodiness, neither here, nor there-ness…
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 MoreYou tell me, eyes clouded by the heaviness, of a culture that has long moved away from your history, yet you cling to so stubbornly...
Read MoreMy family and my blood are in Alaska. My heart will hold up north and I fool no one. But my also “family” exists as much to me down in Texas and California, Washington and Tokyo...
Read MoreDespite the media’s scrutiny of migrants and TCK’s, a number of people are refusing to let their opinion be swayed by the negative rhetoric and instead are choosing to form their own opinions untainted by unconscious bias...
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