Also written February 1, 2012, another glimpse of how racism impacts our family:
“Mommy, no one has yellow hair.”
“Hmm…you’re right, M. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with yellow hair.”
“No, that’s silly.” Continue reading “We’re just colouring…or are we?”
This, written September 12, 2013, on the blog I had prior to this one, is another example:
We’re celebrating M’s birthday today, because I’m at Tough Mudder for her actual birthday.
When I went to pick up her cake, this conversation actually happened: Continue reading “It’s just a birthday cake”
Written on March 4, 2012, on a blog I had prior to this one, this will give you a little taste of what our experiences have been as an interracial family:
Today was M’s turn to go to Prompt Care. We had an unsettling incident with her last night that almost had me rush her to Emerg, but she came out of it well enough to convince me that we could wait the night. Continue reading “A simple visit to prompt care?”
I’m going to describe two separate but extremely similar events to you and then I am going to tell you very frankly how I classify them.
About a month ago, at a public event, I encountered a man who I know only in a professional context and really only barely know him. As I and two women with whom I work approached him to walk past him, he shook the first woman’s hand, then he shook the second woman’s hand, and when I put my hand out to shake hands, he grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me in for a hug, and kissed me on the cheek. Continue reading “This is rape culture”