Heritage

  • In 2009 my family put the "unexpected" in unexpected family road trip. On a Thursday my mom said "let's go on a road trip," and on a Sunday we embarked on the wildest adventure of our lives. Why a family road trip? For good reason: my moms side of the family lives in Minnesota, my dads side of the...

  • When people hear Portland, they usually think of that famous Oregonian town on the East Coast—bicycles, roses, and rain. Little do most know that on the opposite side of the United States, there exists a small New England town that goes by the same name: Portland, Maine. Portland is where my...

  • On the way back from cleaning out her locker senior year, she was was hit by an ambulance. This is where everything began.My father got married years ago and had children: two boys and one girl, Sheran. When my dad got the news that his daughter had died in an accident, he lost his sanity. His...

  • The alarm clock buzzes at six in the morning and I immediately shoot out of bed.  Despite the early start, I contentedly wake up and start packing as I review my checklist—towel, fresh ripened mangoes from the backyard, coconut water and a bathing suit.  While everyone else is still frantically...

  •        The sun is blazing, and the humidity is turned up a thousand notches. However, my Western sensibilities remain undisturbed, as my mind is a preoccupied whirlwind of endless thoughts and emotions. Our cab ventures through narrow, bumpy dirt road after dirt road, passing rice field after rice...

  •      This summer I did not go to the sandy beaches in the Bahamas or uptown England, but in only eight days I participated in a college tour that traveled back in time through eight states and back, while visiting many different historical black colleges, museums, and landmarks. My journey started...

  • It was the summer of 2007 and I stared out the window of a crowded bus taking me from Hefei to Tongling, China (P.R.C.). My life had started here in 1996 and then I was placed in the Tongling orphanage at three weeks old. My birth parents were unknown and this “Homeland Tour” was to bring me, and...

  • The first thing that pops in a person’s head when they think of New York is automatically related to the city. I grew up on Long Island so the first thing that pops into my head when I think of New York is home. New York is not the rude state as many think it is. There are beautiful people and...

  • The day was March 31, 2014 and all I heard was crying, screaming, and harsh stomping as the noise quickly filled my ears. I rushed towards the horrific news that my twenty eight year old brother Alfonso J. Molinar had passed away. My mother was the one screaming as she pressed the phone to her ear...

  • My parents came to the United States in 1990, six years before I was born. Three years after they moved, my grandfather passed away. Although he died before my birth, he was extremely proud that my father and mother made it to the United States and was anticipating the arrival of an American...

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