My parents immigrated to the United States with virtually nothing with them. Since the process of immigrating was costly only necessary items were brought along. Due to this, they don’t bring many items from their life in their home countries…. Continue Reading →
Every person has his or her own unique identity that defines who they are as an individual. Searching for a picture that reflects and symbolizes my identity, I was surprised to find this photograph. At first, I thought it looks… Continue Reading →
My family’s heritage has never really been a topic of conversation. We’re Irish, for the most part, but that doesn’t hold much meaning for me. Mainly, it means that I can’t leave the house in the summer without copious amounts… Continue Reading →
Born and raised in a conventional Christian family in Dubai, I grew up with religion being an integral part of my identity. My family would never miss a single church service held every Friday morning (since Friday was the public… Continue Reading →
My parents are both Haitian and have spent most of their lives in Haiti. My siblings have lived in America for most of their lives but have at least spent their childhoods in Haiti. On the other hand, I was… Continue Reading →
As I walked through the marketplace, all I could think about was how hungry I was. I had been running around shopping for things and meeting all the interesting people that walk through the Machane Yehuda Marketplace. Friday morning is… Continue Reading →
My family has never been that in-tune with our heritage. I suppose it’s because we’ve lived in Staten Island and Brooklyn, on both my mom and dad’s sides, for so long that we’ve become more attached to New York than… Continue Reading →
“Of course it looks good on you. My tastes are timeless!” – Aunt Jazmine I arrived at NYC with my brother Oct 2014, thinking that I’d be here for two weeks before I’d have to go back home to Oman…. Continue Reading →
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