Heritage

  • The rancid odor of pollution and cow dung penetrated my lungs as we emerged from the doors of the Delhi international airport, and the usual a crowd of luggage carriers and taxi cab drivers began their routine attempts to steal us for their services and fending off other competitors.  Finally...

  • The hot sticky humid air hung over the boisterous city of Kollam, Kerala. I gripped the polyester seating of the dilapidated rickshaw as it jackknifed to the right to swerve around another wayward goat. A city filled with urgency. If I were to describe Kollam in one word, it would definitely be...

  • Standing on a rock, overlooking the fjord with small ships crawling along, he turned to me. Kåre said, “This is where your great, great, grandfather stood and dreamed of America.” Never before had I felt history as I had in that moment, the power of artifacts, of heritage, and of coming home. This...

  • My grandmother scowled at me as we boarded the airplane. Much to my vexation, my subtle acting had not payed off; she had seen right through my futile smiles and unavailing grins. “Family fun,” “eight-hour air-conditionless bus tour,” and “an authentic Jewish experience” were not akin to enjoyment...

  • When we arrived at the secluded, run-down looking beach house, it was just about the opposite of paradise. The cracked and peeling chalk white paint, the jungle of palm trees and overgrown greenery surrounding the perimeter, and the mold that encrusted all the windows. This was to be our luxurious...

  • When my parents decided to start their family in America, they instilled their Nigerian values in us children. Every morning, I would wake up to greet my parents with a "Good morning, mom! Good morning, dad!" At school, my thick, afro hair would be the latest interactive exhibit as people would...

  • For the past three weeks, I’ve been studying at the Alexander Muss High School in Israel with kids from across the United States. I have friends from the coast of California to the mountains of Maine. Israel has become our classroom as we learn about Jewish history from the time of ancient...

  • Four hours, three airports, two flights, one bus ride; we were here.  A sanctuary with greenery and decadent coloring, the aroma of Blackeyed Susans captivated my lungs; I felt at home, but more importantly, my mother did. Stepping out of the BWI airport and into the magnificent Baltimore, Maryland...

  • Fluttering skirts, rhythmic tapping of pointe shoes, dense air- the kind that is formed from hundreds of people holding their breaths in anticipation and admiration, gentle and perfectly apt music. Conscious: using the information my body is scavenging out to connect the puzzle pieces and...

  • Around thanksgiving of 2015, my family and I traveled to Zacatecas, Mexico. I’ve been to Mexico before however, this time I learned to enjoy another liestyle. After five hours in a cold plane flight and two hours in a small, crowded taxi we finally arrived En El Pueblo Mágico, in the magical town...

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