Immigration, parents and love
Growing up I never had an idea of the type of man I wanted to be with. In all honesty, my teenage self used to dream about being a single...
They don't know our culture exists
I don’t know what my culture is called. My family moved from Finland to the States when I was an adolescent, but calling it...
To Imagine A Dream
Imagine at nine years old having to leave the only country you ever knew, the relatives you have, the street you grew up on, the...
Expat by any other name
February 10 was my two-year anniversary in Colombia. When I moved, my friend, Kathryn, was doing a documentary about people emigrating...
