Having a second — or third — culture can be complicated. It can also be a blessing. That’s why we launched Second Gen, a series celebrating the gifts, even the bittersweet ones, passed down from our parents, communities, and cultures.
Finding My Personal Style Helped Me Embrace My Filipina Identity
Jan 20, 2022
How I Shed My Shame Around Caste
Dec 9, 2021
What My Immigrant Parents’ Restaurant Means To Me
Nov 5, 2021
6 Women On The Pressure Of Being The Eldest Kid Of Immigrants
Growing up, I constantly sought approval from my Mexican parents, even when making the tiniest decisions, like dyeing my hair. I was terrified of disappoin
“I’m Always Carrying My History”: Second Gen Wo...
When my mother died in 2013, I inherited her jewelry collection, including a gold medallion with a green enameled Sagittarius symbol — half-human, half-h
Helping Family Was Hurting My Bank Account. Here’s How I Found Th...
Working Whopper Wednesdays at a Vancouver Burger King as a 15-year-old was not glamorous — it meant eight-hour shifts in an uncomfortable uniform and a h
Two Generations, Two Exile Anthems: Music’s Role in the Protests ...
There are two degrees of separation between Cuba and me. As a second-generation Cuban American, I have been caught in my grandparents’ tumble between the
How I Celebrate My Indian Culture Alongside My Alternative Beauty...
I always imagined I’d be well equipped for my 20s: partying, meeting new people, travelling, the works. I’m slowly learning that not knowing what the h
I Hated When My Immigrant Parents Called Me A Full Canadian — But...
My parents arrived in Canada from Pakistan in the 1970s. They were part of the “please-and-thank-you” generation, swallowing their pride when getting p
Asians Moved Back Home En Masse: Then, Something Beautiful Happened
“I honestly didn't expect to love it as much as I did.”