Izaac is my two-year old son. He is half American and half Japanese. My miniature blazian hybrid is truly one-of-a-kind. I watch his miniature hands shape Play-doh into “rocket ships” and “refrigerators” and “trucks.” I listen to the authority he asserts in the demanding tones of is miniature voice. 165 more words
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Growing up in a bi-cultural, bi-racial family could be interesting, frustrating, or sometimes just ridiculous.
I watched my sisters straighten their hair with a hot comb that they heated on the stove and used Royal Crown hair dressing to style and set their hair. 399 more words
I don’t typically get too personal about my life, but today something took me there. It was an ad for Old Navy that caused a bit of an uproar online. 1,828 more words