I’m biracial. I love being biracial. I love dancing in different worlds, being unique, leaving strangers wondering. I’m entertained by the many ways people try to ascertain my racial makeup, some with rude frankness and others with a subtlety so profound that I’m not even sure what they’re asking. It wasn’t always this way. There…
I just read a post over at Mom Spark that tugged at my heart. Amy was talking about divorce and suggested that parents need to work through their issues and stay together for the sake of their kids (she says it all much more elegantly, so please head over to read her post). Her post…
What are you? Not my favorite question. Still, some people find a way to ask it with more tact, so here’s my answer.
When the first race conversation arrived, I wasn’t at all prepared. Worse, it was far suckier than I imagined it being…
