Everything – A Poem by Julie Clark
Everything lost Shall be found Everything left behind Catches up There is a rhythm There is a rhyme A purpose And a plan A…
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Third Culture Kid: Are You Ready For Some Football?
I come from a family of artists. All of us have a talent for some art form, be it painting, design, music, drama or…
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Third Culture Kid: Let’s Talk TCK Relationships
Are you a Third Culture Kid (TCK)? Does your TCK-ness ever get in the way of connecting with people and making friends? Or are…
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Life Stories: “Going Green” Marked Turning Point for Trader Joe’s Founder Joe Coulombe
With only $2,000 in his pocket, Joe Coulombe sought out to create Pronto Markets. A recent graduate of Stanford University, Coulombe saw an opportunity…
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Third Culture Kid: Safe in a 9/11 World
15 years ago, on a Tuesday night, I sat down to watch TV. I was a high school sophomore and a third culture kid (TCK)…
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Third Culture Kid: In Remembrance of a Passport
I got married five months ago, and since then I’ve worked on the process of changing my name. Just last week, I received my brand-new passport with…
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I Feel Fall in the Air – Poem and Painting by Linda (Peaches) Tavani
I smell the fragrance of fall in the air Gently embracing the atmosphere In the mist of morning to the night Jasmine trails as…
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Third Culture Kid: Am I Proud to be an American?
During my first week at my international school as a third culture kid (TCK) in Kazakhstan, I was teased for being an American. While…
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Third Culture Kid: Community & Making Friends
There was always plenty of food and laughter when we’d visit Masha’s* apartment. In her tiny kitchen, food would appear as if by magic…
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If I Listen – A Poem by Julie Clark
If I listen I will hear a variety of Chirps, tweets and caws Outside my window The motors become background To the symphony If…
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Mother Guilt – A Poem by Julie Clark
Let me go here once in a while Not often or too long Only we mothers know What we could have been Had we…
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At the Table of Discord | A Poem by Ed Martinez
Do you see the power that is oppressing me?
Have you heard the pundits saying who and why I am?
Do you, can you understand the language of my pain
Do you know if this sin will ever wipe itself away?
Listening to the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.