Heritage

  • We had accepted a quest. A wonderful, seemingly impossible quest that led to much more than what we had ventured out to find: a sweater.FINALIST 2015 FTF TEEN TRAVEL WRITING SCHOLARSHIP My family and I traveled to Ireland one summer because of our Irish ancestry. “A sweater,” proclaimed my mother...

  • Standing inside my mother’s former home for the first time, I notice the uncovered skylight. The floor beneath it is moist with rain that has fallen through. Scratched pots and pans lay cluttered on the stove. The furniture is dusty and sticky with age. Only the barest traces of my mother’s stories...

  • The 18 hour drive from Virginia to Florida was exhausting but all the while worth it. I was on my way to go to Cuba. As I walked onto the plane, my heart filled with excitement. I haven’t been there in years.FINALIST 2015 FTF TEEN TRAVEL WRITING SCHOLARSHIP“My home,” I thought as I was just about...

  • The roads are full of cars that don’t seem to be following any rules. People stand by the car window holding maimed body parts up to the glass begging for money. Men, women, children and animals run across traffic darting around cars. Kids stare at our white faces calling, “farrengi (foreigner)”....

  • The humidity of the monsoon season envelopes me in an embrace as I step outside of the car. For a moment, the loud commotion from inside ceases, and I half-heartedly welcome the smoldering heat as I gaze at the landscape around me. Despite the yearly trips to India, my body has not gotten used to...

  • Crying. Tears that lead to wracking sobs, the only thing you would hear if you watched a woman reunite with a man who she had not seen in twenty-seven years, her brother.SEMI-FINALIST 2015 FTF TEEN TRAVEL WRITING SCHOLARSHIP I stood with my mother at my side after my first ever interrogation by an...

  • When my parents said that we were taking a spontaneous trip, visiting the family cemetery was definitely not what I had in mind. Traveling over two hours to Melrose, Louisiana was not my idea of fun. Melrose is a small town, smaller than my hometown of Lake Charles, with a population of 42 and...

  • Scorching temperatures, spectacular tree-domed mountaintops, and narrow city streets were just the ribbon of a well-bound summer package. These were wonders of the western Japanese summer of 2013. What really enraptured me, though, was Hiroshima’s distinct serenity. From the crafts of my...

  • I had not imagined in my eight years of classical violin training that I would end up fiddling in a pub. I wasn’t used to Maryland’s long lines of traffic and crowded streets. In Ohio, Rural King got more business than Kroger, and the biggest traffic jams were caused by cows meandering into the...

  •      I knew what city my mom was born in: Chicago. I knew what city my dad was born in: Damascus. However, I never truly got to drive through my culture and watch the images of what make me up zoom past the window. This was up until the summer of 2008. I had my new camera (a little pink point and...

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