A White American Woman’s Journey: With Liberty and Justice for ALL
The United States’ Pledge of Allegiance reads as follows: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the…
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Human Rights Day, December: Gibraltar National Day, September
While ‘moto’ing around San Francisco Financial District recently, I noted a street flag announcing that 10 December was the annual celebration day of the 1948…
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I Wish That I Could Love a Dictator – A Poem by Georgia Sanders
oh that i could love a dictator he would solve all my problems he would put bread on my table and never forget to…
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The Drum | Reflections from Ed Martinez
It seemed that I was lifted as I was taken to that thin place, on a roller coaster, feeling the highs and the lows, wanting to remain, reminded of my inadequacies while imagining immense proficiencies.
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Raising Global Kids
If you’re raising your kids in L.A. or any major U.S. city, you know that we live in a global world. Being globally intelligent…
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November Skies Chapter 9: Final Destination
It was a long, tiring trip home. Given the suddenness of her capture and the fact that her grandfather’s bodyguards confiscated her phone on…
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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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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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