Crossing Cultures
SERIES- PART 1 of 3: Crossover Artists Changing The Game: Tory Lanez
You may know him as Tory Lanez but, Daystar Peterson, his actual name, the Canadian rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer has continued to dip into other genres of music creating a blend of modern day rap, dancehall and his […]
Serge Ibaka’s Cross-Cultural Childhood Leads to Unmatched Motivation
2018-2019 NBA champion, Serge Ibaka, used his CCK upbringing to form a relentless motivation to play professional basketball and become a champion.
Photography and Representation: What You Need To Know
Representation in photography is about the inclusion/exclusion of certain stories and the reasoning behind it. But the conversation shouldn’t end there.
How this Chicana Learned to Embrace her Cross-Cultural Life
Ashley Wilson remembers an assembly line in her grandmother’s kitchen days before their Thanksgiving celebrations. In her cross-cultural family, it is traditional to gather together and help prepare an assortment of tamales.
Heritage and its Connection to Past, Present and Future
“Go back to where you started, or as far back as you can,
examine all of it, travel your road again and tell the truth about it.
Sing or shout or testify or keep it to yourself: but know whence you came.”
How You Can Use Gratitude to Inform Cultural Understanding
How can we support the universal call to action to end poverty, protect the planet and ensure that all people enjoy peace and prosperity? I say, we should increase our levels of gratitude and grateful actions.
A Must Read for TCKs: Safari as a Way of Life
A safari is about more than snapping photos of big cats and roaming seemingly untouched land, at least according to Jennifer New and her depiction of one TCK turned activist.
A North American TCK in Russia
My earliest childhood memory is a jumbled concoction of airport images. Rough landings on rocky tarmac and the irritatingly redundant voices over the loudspeaker announcing gate changes. Delayed departure times. Layovers, turbulence and sleeping on leather benches — the arm-rest sharply stabbing me in the ribs. Duty-free perfume samples. Metal detectors. Overweight luggage. Airsick bags. Passport control — my eyes heavy and legs shaky, as I slowly waddle forward in the crowd, waiting for my turn. A deep grumbling in my stomach lets me know I’m either hungry or nauseated.