I never questioned my parent’s childhood or life stories. My Dad’s memories of escaping across the border of Romania during Communism and my mom always eating paine cu jem (bread …
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My Big Fat Romanian Wedding
Have you ever seen the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding? If you have, then you have seen a small bit of what my family is like. Just switch the …
Food and Memories
Memories are often connected to certain events, settings, and people but there is one that stands out among these: food. When thinking back to your childhood, I’m sure there’s more …
Footsteps
The child of an immigrant is not stationary They are kinetic Stepping in the footsteps of their parents Pressing the imprints into the dirt Marking their past as one that …
Humanities Interactive Experience: Brea Art Gallery (Threads That Bind)
This past Sunday on November 5th Humanities Pathway Students went to Brea’s Art Gallery and were able to see a women’s trade of the past–textiles–through the eyes of modern women …
Threads
There is a bundle of Threads that weaves Us All together They may be tangled and worn They may be bright and colorful Full of Different Cultures and Languages Each …
Childhood
My childhood was the epitome of the early 2000s. Full of Barbies and glittery flip phones and Lego friends cluttering the living room. I had the perfect American childhood but …
A Question to My Younger Self
My mom asked me a question when I was five years old: “What instrument do you want to play?” It seemed innocent enough as I answered excitedly, “Piano!” but that …
Dear Perfect Me
Dear perfect me, Hi, it’s me–or should I say you. Except, I’m not you. Actually, I’m the furthest possible thing from you. You are everything I can never be. You …
Tick-Tick-Tick
Tick-Tick-Tick A constant ringing in my head. A reminder of the time that’s passing by Without a worry or a care Tick-Tick-Tick A mantra in my head– get it done. …