Dia de los Muertes . . . by Berma

Calavera de la Catrina

While re-reading and “re-thinking” about this piece I realize it hints at the varied cultural experiences I have had the benefit of being part of.  I am white. And lucky for me, I realize I can only experience culture in that context and will never fully understand the experiences of my fellow citizens who are not white.

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The Christmas Without a Tree . . . by Leila

I was a missionary’s kid in Thailand many years ago.  This is a true story, and I have many more.  All of my stories and poems are true.   As they come up I tell them.  I want to have them recorded for my grandchildren.  My own children do not seem to be particularly interested in them.  They grew up with a multicultural mother, when what they wanted was a mom just like every one else had.  They call us TCKs now   — third culture kids.

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