Biracial Belonging

Talking about race is a bit like opening those school lunch milk cartons: No matter our approach, stuff spills out awkwardly. This is my experience, at least, as a member of a biracial family unit. Joining my Redbud writing sisters today in the February issue of the Redbud Post, as we tussle with the absolute necessity of it all. Click here for my story. We need these conversations now, more than ever.

 

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