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Imagine being ethnically different from your classmates. Imagine feeling completely American, but knowing you aren’t quite like those around...

In 1993, my mother and I shared Valentine’s Day. Each of us would have been alone that Valentine’s Day, had we not had each other. For me,...

My name reminds me of my heritage. There are palms and beaches. I hear the constant beat of the rhythm of the island. Adobo Pollochon fills ...

As I have been reading research on transracial adoptees, I am realizing that while we have similar stories to share, we also have widely var...

The subtitle for Barb Lee’s Adopted film is “When love is not enough …”.  What kind of love is she talking about here? I argue that love ...

The film, Adopted , was loaned to me to start me on a journey … The problem is, I don’t want the angry journey portrayed in this movi...

This evening, we dined on bibimbap and other kimchi-laced foods. My daughter’s school friend and her mother invited us to be their guests at...

Here’s a take away on the modeling industry. The modeling industry is predominately very young, white girls. What does that say to our r...

Catching up on my podcasts, I heard the most disturbing introduction on This American Life. (This post will address the first 8 minutes of t...

Yesterday morning at breakfast, I heard this Story Corps taping  (before you continue, you might want to listen).  This dialogue betwee...