Witnessing my children become brothers and sisters, not through shared genes but through shared experience, has been one of the most powerful parts of raising them.

I liken our son’s homeschool experience to that of a Historically Black College and University, sheltering and protecting him from institutionalized racism but allowing him to safely explore his heritage from an Afrocentric perspective.

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

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

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.

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?

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.