It’s a Mind Fuck Being Biracial

So imagine being near 50 years old and being struck by your own racial identity in all of the complexity, beauty, and complication wrapped around that. It’s both glorious and infuriating. At least for me it is. I’ve had a couple of things happen over the last few years that have made me consider my…

2019: My New Hope

A colleague asked me the other day what my work-related hope was and it got me thinking. I want to think larger than work. I know things are beyond horrible for so so many people and there seems to be some new horror daily, if not hourly. But I think maybe there are few glimmers…

Grief and Suicide

Originally published July 3, 2012 Emile Durkheim, one of the seminal founders of sociology as a discipline, studied suicide at the end of the 19th century. His findings underscored many ideas that modern society still recognizes. One of his findings, in particular, has stuck with me, 15 years after my sociology coursework. The finding? That suicide in modern…

My DNA Results

I received my DNA results from Ancestry.com on June 29. I was so excited to learn more about my heritage that I stopped what I was doing and opened the results. Turns out that what I thought I knew about my white half was pretty accurate. Few surprises there (well one but I’ll get to…

Tracing My DNA

Well I finally just ordered my Ancestry.com DNA kit. I’m not sure how I feel about this or if I am ready for this. I have never known my biological father – who he is, where he is, anything about him or that part of my bio-family. I have often wondered. I’ve wondered if I…

Sexual Violence, Children, and Living Beyond

Last night my daughter sent a screen shot of an alert message sent by her university regarding the assault of a woman on campus slightly over 2 hours after the incident. My immediate reaction was “YAY! I’m so glad her university is on top of this stuff and alerting campus to the incident.” And I…

Me and my dogs

I have two dogs. Two dachshunds, wiener dogs, doxies. One has long red hair, he’s Rusty. We got him when he was just months old and my daughter was around 5. He’s been through a lot with us. For years all my daughter could talk about was getting another dog. I was going through a…

Day Dreaming Would Be Heroes

With the latest mass school shooting (to distinguish from the smaller/lesser/fewer deaths – what a disgustingly absurd characteristic to describe and explain) in Parkland, FL just about two weeks ago, the usual histrionics have been well underway, the hateful media sludge has created conspiracy theorists, and the surviving students have been organizing local and inspiring…

A Reading Journey in Books: 2017

I have always like to read. At times in my life I read a lot. Other times, I read very little. Some years, I read nothing other than cereal boxes, school supply lists, and the day to day things we all need to read in order to navigate our lives. Sometimes life gets busy as…

Identity and Suspicion

I think I have struggled with my identity for as long as I can remember. A biracial child born into and raised in a white family, in white communities, and attending white schools. I was often the one black kid in my classes. I was definitely the only one in the two parts of my…

To My Daughter

My dearest daughter, As you get ready to embark on the next chapter of your life, I want to be sure that I share some advice with you. I’m sure we will both be too busy and too emotional for me to remember all the little things I have not yet taught you. So as…

Free Speech and White Terrorism

I have a question. When did so many people become so comfortable with Naziism and the KKK? I have another question. Why has the U.S. not officially branded Nazi groups and the KKK as terrorist groups? A common refrain has been on constant loop since the events in Charlottesville, VA and it has all simply…