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Stop Asking Me If I Am The Mother Of My Biracial Children

My daughter’s hair cascades below her shoulders in an ocean of curls. I like to rake my fingers  through it to fluff it up into a gravity-defying pompadour. It is a mild obsession, mostly, because it is so different from my stick straight hair.  To draw her own self-portrait, she always uses the Burnt Sienna crayon to make curlicues around a …

How Do We Decide What Traditions Are Real?

That’s the funny part of human memory and traditions — we all believe what we want as inalienable truth. During the holiday season, especially, our daily lives can get consumed with habits and traditions passed down from our parents and grandparents. In the intersection of memory, manufactured traditions and commercialized holidays, how do we decide what traditions are real and worthy of carrying on?