When The Cover Doesn’t Match
When I was twelve years old, I remember how my American teacher in Malawi asked me if I had copied the story I’d written for
February 18, 2020
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When I was twelve years old, I remember how my American teacher in Malawi asked me if I had copied the story I’d written for
Growing up, I was not very aware of my skin color. One would expect me to be since I grew up biracial in a small
“…young peoples, without tradition or language of our own. We shall have to age somewhat before we are able to write the folksongs of
Before my son was born, I had no idea what Worldschooling was. I knew parents who home-educated their children, but I didn’t know anyone who
Many couples believe their love is meant to be, that their paths crossed as a part of a greater plan. After hearing about the shared
Dear Mom and Dad, I want to talk to you about that one night we don’t talk about. The night in college when I called
Tayo Rockson knows a thing or two about navigating. As a third culture kid of Nigerian origin, he has spent most of his life weaving between
There is an obsession to categorise people so that they neatly fit into existing perceived boxes of what it means to be associated with a
Gai Nyok’s life story is nothing short of remarkable. He spent most of his childhood in refugee camps in Ethiopia and Kenya fleeing the conflict
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