Category Archives: 1975 – 2000

Pursuing the American Dream (México)

We saw cars stopping outside. We heard footsteps coming to the door. “Someones outside” I said “Es la migra!” we all yelled “Run!” another person said I was too late and the border patrol had got me. I, José Sonora(name changed), was born on March 8, 1979 in Coneto de Comonfort. I grew up in a pueblo, a town in ... Read More »

Gricelda’s Journey (México)

  “It’s time for me to leave, ” I told my mom with a broken heart.  She replied, “Is there anyway to get you to stay?” “I must do this for my daughter and you, in the long run it will benefit everyone” “Mija yo te puedo ayudar con la niña, y no te preocupes por mi. I can help ... Read More »

When One Door Closes (México)

In La Huerta, Jalisco, a baby girl was born to a mother. Her name was Lily (name changed), after her mother’s favorite flower. That girl is me. I lived on a beautiful ranch, Plazola. I am the oldest of my family so it had only been me and my 2 sisters Maria and Alejandra. Our ranch was small but it ... Read More »

Making a Change (Mexico)

I was born in the Jalisco, Guadalajara, Mexico in 1983. I lived with my Mom, Ana; my Dad, Rogelio; and my brother, Rogelio Jr. My Dad worked in the fields going back and forth to America while me and my family stayed in Jalisco. He was going back and for work so often that he came to us with an ... Read More »

Land of Opportunity (Mexico)

The person I am today is very different from who I was when I was growing up. I remember the day my mother told me we were moving to California. I was only eight years old so I did not fully understand what that meant, but I remember feeling my heart racing and a smile forming on my face when ... Read More »

The Star Spangled Immigrant (Taiwan)

Have you ever immigrated to a foreign country, landing without any prior knowledge to the language? I came to the United States from Taiwan in the 1980s, the last of my family to have immigrated to the United States since the communists targeted our family. One by one, we left quietly, avoiding communist suspicions. Being the youngest of the family ... Read More »

Part of Diversity (Japan)

“United Airlines flight 1715 arriving from Tokyo just entered gate 23 at SFO International Terminal,” the overhead monotone voice echoed throughout the airport flooding with rushing people. I exited from gate 23 to walk upon what seemed to be a flawless reflection. It was transparent, but it had a fluent motion. Was it a waterfall? I never seen anything like ... Read More »

The Importance of Teamwork (Japan)

When I was a kid, my father told me exciting stories about his business trips to America. I was always exhilarated to listen to his stories and every night, I daydreamed of going to America. When I graduated from elementary school, my father gave me an English-Japanese dictionary. After a decade, I went to Stanford Graduate School of Business from ... Read More »

Americanization of an Australian

I was born two years before we left our home in Sydney to move to the unknown, Houston, Texas, USA. In Houston, life was like a TV show. Everything seemed as if we were in a sitcom where everything seemed right and in place. The only thing that seemed out of place were my parents. My mother, of Ukrainian and ... Read More »

For Bluer Skies (France)

In the midst of the Caribbean Sea sits an island, its volcanic peaks surrounded by lush vegetation speckled with houses. A young girl made her way to the river, a basket full of laundry balanced carefully on her head. Waiting for her was her grandmother, who was already washing her share of clothes in the rushing water. Both the girl ... Read More »

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