Saturday, October 31 2026
cross-cultural

How this Chicana Learned to Embrace her Cross-Cultural Life

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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.

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peace

The Peace Journalism Approach: Why Should We Care?

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Using word choice that is anti-inflammatory and story angles that show different sides of traditional news articles, peace journalists strive to shed light on things that emit more positivity.

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heritage

Heritage and its Connection to Past, Present and Future

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“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.”

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safari

A Must Read for TCKs: Safari as a Way of Life

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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.

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A Military Brat Makes Peace in Vietnam

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Children are often the forgotten casualties of war, and the line between friends and enemies isn’t always clear. When I was 16, my father died of cancer. Today, it would be presumed to be related to Agent Orange, the deadly […]

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TCK

A North American TCK in Russia

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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.

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