n recent months, several impressive essays by youthfour written, one photographichave caught the eye of WKCD staff. All explore, in one way or another, the subject of roots: whether juggling the competing demands of ones past and future; defying media portrayals of a distant homeland; or as in the case of the first two essays presented here, struggling with the heritage of a country locked in violence.
It felt like I was holding my life in a loose pocket where it could easily be lost.
When I asked how more violence was going to help anything, my 11-year-old cousin...responded, Efty, when you know someone who has been blown up, you will think differently.
When [my five-year-old nephew] didnt respond, I realized it was because he didnt understand even a bit of Italian. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.
My mothers stories always started in the Philippines, a far-off land where she was born, where the rain fell like waterfalls.
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