As I’ve said before, my cultural identity is inextricably tied to my concept of family. Family is my cultural identity. My cultural identity is encapsulated by my feelings for my family. This works for both good and bad.
An example I like to give is when my parents have guests over for dinner. Let’s posit a [...]
This Thanksgiving will be the first I’ve ever spent away from family.
My cultural identity is intimately and inextricably tied to my family life. Central Pinellas County was not and still isn’t a raving hotbed of cultural integration, and what with my parents’ desire that we go to good (that is, affluent, and as a consequence, mostly white) schools and our decade-long membership in a (again, mostly [...]
Enough with the trifles, on to something more serious.
After my grandparents returned home from their 4-day stay in Chicago, my mother secretly revealed to me that prior to departing Florida, they worried we’d have nothing to talk about, that communication would be such a problem we’d end up just doing nothing all weekend. They were [...]
The French Quarter reminded me greatly of cities in Europe, particularly Amsterdam. Nick and I spent about an hour wandering the streets, sweating like crazy, trying to find this mythically great restaurant he once ate at years ago. After making a giant loop through some particularly seedy blocks we ended up back on Bourbon Street [...]
