For me, being mixed race has meant feeling like I needed to continually justify, excuse, or explain myself.

A poem about claiming and being your full self as a mixed race person. Can you handle it?

How to create safety for my sons to explore the meaning of their names, families, traditions, religion and communities without allowing shame to paralyze them before they even begin the journey?

In three years I went from being an enthusiastic supporter of the public schools, to believing that I could and should fight for change from within, to the realization that the work would take too long to make a difference for my son.

My life looks nothing like Hollywood portrayals of the leathered and feathered Indian. In fact, real and contemporary Native American experiences turn the Hollywood Indian stereotype on its ugly head.

Prejudice finds my brown-skinned 5 year-old girl.

Dear caretakers and guardians, please don’t freak when your kid notices race.

Notes on A Hyphenated and Colon-ized Identity.