Dear White and Black People

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First things first, if you haven’t watched Netflix’s new series Dear White People please find the time to do so. If you have watched it, then you are aware of how the context of this post is going to go. So let’s get this thing started.

Dear White People, I am biracial, I am American, I am human. Please stop acting like I’m an exotic species.

Dear Black People, I am biracial, I am American, I am human. Please stop making me feel as though I’m less than any of those things.

Dear White People, for the love of all things holy please stop telling me how bad you want to have a baby with a black guy just so you can have a “cute mixed baby.” Mixed people aren’t some special breed you can just pick. If you want to adopt, adopt because you want to give a child a loving, safe, happy home. Do no adopt because you just want to have a mixed baby, we are not dogs.

Dear Black People, I am very much aware of my light-skin privilege. I know how colorism works in society and the black community. Do not assume that I think I’m better than others, get to know me first before you make rash judgments.

Dear White People, I wake up and wash my hair. That’s how I get these curls. That’s all.

Dear White and Black People, stop trying to put me in a box. I am biracial. Being biracial is a thing, do not make me discredit half of who I am just so you feel comfortable.

Dear White People, stop telling me I can’t get offended when you make a racist comment “because I’m not really black.” And to piggy-back off that, I have the right to take offense to any prejudice or racism I see, half of who I am is black and if you feel that way about black people, you feel that way about me. There is no “oh no I don’t think of you that way because you aren’t really black.” Yes, I am. So just think of that next time.

Dear Black People, I know I will never understand the full extent of your struggle, but just remember that there are people in the world who think I am you and treat me the same. Just because I’m half white doesn’t mean I’m protected from the racism and ignorance of some people.

Dear Black People, you can be racist too. Racism is not just limited to white people. By assuming that all white people are racist and out to steal from the black community, you are conforming to the same mindset of those white people who assume all black people are illiterate thugs.

Dear Entire World, until we can all realize that no one is their stereotype, there will continue to be racism and hatred in the world. Until we can all accept each other for our differences there will be no peace. I understand that there is deep rooted institutionalized racism in our world and that may never go away. But we can not continue to turn a blind eye when we see someone become another victim of an unjust society.

Dr. King, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and Harriet Tubman, they did not sit quietly and wait for someone else to do something, They got up and fought for what they believed in. They didn’t just sit around and complain about how unfair the world was, they got up and fought to make it a little more fair. We have come a long way from then, but there is still much more to be done.

Dear White and Black People, will you stand with me? Can we put aside our differences and accept that God made us all different for a reason. Can we work on respecting each other’s culture and not appropriating it for fame? Can we learn from each other?

Sincerely,
A biracial millennial trying to find her voice

Curly Hair Struggles

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Throughout my life, one of the first things people comment on when they meet me is my hair. They love the way it looks and can’t believe that it is all real. My family is even baffled and amazed

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This is my hair when it was at it’s longest.

To me, though, my hair is just my hair. It’s this long, curly, thick beast that I am still learning how to tame. Although I have learned to manage it a thousand times better from when I was younger, I still have a long way to go.

I know I’m not alone in this curly hair struggle, and I’m sure there are hundreds of girls who can relate with me when I say, one does not just wake up with perfect curls. It’s a process, and each day is never the same.

Some days I am fortunate enough to wake up and my hair does not look like this weird half bird nest, half I don’t even know how to describe its style. But, those days are few and far between.

I love my hair, I am thankful that I can wear it curly and straight. When I was younger I begged my mom to let me get a perm to make my hair straight all the time, and I am very happy that she never allowed me to. I have heard horror stories from people with similar hair textures as me about how when they went back natural, their curl pattern was never the same.

I would be lying if I said I haven’t had my share of hair horror stories. Let’s take a trip back in time, to what I like to call The Dark Ages….

Once upon a time, my mom took me to this small country hair salon, and bless the ladies heart, I don’t think she had ever dealt with my type of hair before.

I wanted to cut my hair short, I was tired of it being long, and I wanted layers. All the other girls I went to school with had layers. All the other girls I went to school with also had relatively straight hair, so just keep that in mind.

 

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We all have that “one” hairstyle…

My mom semi-willingly agreed that I could cut my hair and get layers. I was so excited, the lady cut my hair, dry, *red flag #1.* When she was done, I looked in the mirror and stared face to face with a girl that looked like she had a pyramid on top of her head. I was mortified.

 

From that day forward, I vowed to never cut my hair short, ever again. Well until Christmas 2015. But I was older and more mature, and have found the best hair stylist ever. Kylee, you’re my hero.

Honestly, I’m not sure what state of awfulness my hair would be in had I not met Kylee. She always listens to the ideas I want to do with my hair, and if she doesn’t think what I want will look good on me, she offers an alternative that still embodies my idea, and when finished, looks 100 times better than what I had wanted in the first place.

The keys to surviving in this world with curls are simple:
First, find a hairstylist you would trust with your life because if you’re like me, your hair is your life.
Second, be willing to spend the big bucks on hair products
Finally, love the hair you have. Don’t try to change one of the things that make you unique.

What are some of your hair horror stories? Share with me in the comment section!

 

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My hair is slowly growing back, and I’m so in love with my bangs!

 

“I don’t think I should have to stand up”

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Today, on my 21st birthday I would like to celebrate the life and legacy of someone I can only aspire to become. This woman showed bravery and strength in a time when she could’ve been killed for defying a white man.

I am honored to share my birthday with this wonderful woman. Rosa Parks was a remarkable woman. Not only did she light the flame for the Montgomery bus boycott during the Civil Rights Movement, she was deeply involved in her local NAACP chapter and worked tirelessly to end segregation and the racial tension deeply rooted in the sourosa-parks-mug-shotth.

As a little girl I can remember learning about Parks in school, but my teachers never went much further past “Rosa parks refused to give her seat to a white man and that started a big bus boycott in Alabama.” As I got older I wanted to know more. I wanted to learn more about not only Rosa Parks but the Civil Rights Movement in general.

Throughout all of my schooling, the Civil Rights Movement is something that was almost always looked over. Teachers would touch on it vaguely during February because of Black History Month, but it was always the same thing, every year.

It wasn’t until I got to college and took an African American Studies class that I really learned about my history and what the Civile Rights Movement really entailed. Since then I have made it my goal to educate myself about that time period.

After Parks’ arrest, she was fired from her job and her husband was also let go. While she was a hero within the Black community, she was seen as a problem by whites. This is the same narrative that most black people face when they stand up (or sit down) for equal rights.

Rosa Parks was not violent or hostile to the men who told her to move on the bus. She simply said “I don’t think I should have to stand up,” which she had every right to say. What made that man so special? Did he have a disability? Was he holding a small child? Had he just finished running a marathon? No, I don’t think he was any of those things. He was a white man though, and that was the only thing that mattered. The color of his skin automatically made him superior to anyone of darker complexion on that bus.

The actions of Parks reminds me of what a few individuals are doing right now. You may recall me talking about Colin Kaepernick in an earlier post and how him simply kneeling during the National Anthem has caused nationwide outrage.

You may be tRosaparks_bus.jpghinking to yourself, “Jasmine that’s not the same thing, what he’s doing is disrespectful.” Is it really that different, though? Parks decided to stay seated because she was tired, not only from work but she was tired of giving into the racism. Doesn’t that sound familiar? Kaepernick is not kneeling because he hates America, he kneels because he, like many black people, is tired of discrimination, systematic racism, and senseless police brutality that is still all too present in the country.

I realize this post has strayed away from my original intent, but the message is still the same. Rosa Parks was an incredible woman. She embodied strength and dignity and did not give up on what she believed in. I can only hope that I become half of the women she was.

I am honored that I share a birthday with someone who was so influential in the Civil Rights Movement. It is my goal to uphold her legacy and live my life as fearlessly as she did.

To Whom it May Concern…

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To whom it may concern,

Eight years ago on this day, I sat in my 7th grade homeroom class. We were all in our seats watching history take place. At the young age of 12, I didn’t know what was going on, to be honest, I was pretty bored but glad that we weren’t doing work. I never would have guessed that for the next 8 years I would grow to love and become inspired by that man on TV.obama-family-inauguration-big1.jpg

Yes, I am talking about President Obama, the people’s president, my president. I grew up watching this man and his family serve and run our great country with nothing but grace and dignity. I can remember wanting to be friends with Sasha and Malia, mostly because I wanted to see what the White House looked like, but now I genuinely would like to meet them.

Over these past eight years, I have grown into a young woman, I’ve graduated high school and completed half of my college career. Through all of that President Obama was there, not literally of course (I wish), but he was there. He was working on making this country an even better place for all of us to live and work in.

For the past eight years, I have not had to worry about the future of this country. I have been empowered and inspired to reach for my dreams because a nobody from the southside of Chicago, where half of my family is from, showed me that anything is possible.

January 19, 2017, will not be the last day for my president. Each and every day following I will continue to respect and honor the man that showed me that “yes we can.” Why do we need to bother making America great again? We are blessed to live in a country where we have the freedom to voice our opinion and worship whoever or whatever we feel like.

Could things be improved? Of course. Nothing is perfect, but that doesn’t mean we need to condemn our country and say it’s not great. If anything the Obama’s have shown us time and again that this country is awesome.  1280_obamas_october_cover-essence

I refuse to live these next four years in fear. I have learned a lot from the POTUS and FLOTUS and one thing we all need to remember is that when “they” go low, we go high. We can’t get sucked into this vortex of hate. We must rise above. We must fight to be heard.

“One of the lessons that I grew up with was to always stay true to yourself and never let what somebody else says distract you from your goals. And so when I hear about negative and false attacks, I really don’t invest any energy in them, because I know who I am.” -Michelle Obama

I refuse to lose focus on my goals. I refuse to be silent. I will make an impact, whether it’s just within my circle of friends and family or within the community or God willing something larger than that. If we want change we must demand it.

We have to be smart. We must not be angry. We must present ourselves with the same amount of grace, dignity, and composure that the Obama’s showed us for the past eight years.

We can not get caught up in the theatrics of this new political system. We must continue educating ourselves. Educate yourself on things that interest you. Become involved within your community, speak up at school board meetings, town hall meetings. Write letters to your senators and representatives. Be active.

The worst thing we could do in these next four years is to become silent. President Obama and his family are not going to stop fighting, so why should we?

Sincerely,

Jasmine Conley
A millennial who will be heard

The Power of “X”

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“There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.” -Malcolm X

If you asked me a few weeks ago who I thought Malcolm X was, I would’ve told you he was the crazy, brash, hate filled antagonist to Dr. King during the Civil Rights Movement. I would’ve told you Malcolm X advocated for violence “by any means necessary,” and that he hated white people.

My mindset has totally shifted. In part, I am angry at my educational system (I’ll elaborate more later) for not educating my fellow classmates and I more on Malcolm X. Everything I was taught up until college was that he was the bad guy. Well, I don’t think it’s possible for me to disagree with that any more than I do now.

I just finished The Autobiography of Malcolm X written by Alex Haley. I went into the book with a hunger to learn more about this man I felt I knew very little about. I expected to dive into a book that was full of negativity and hate. Don’t get me wrong, that was definitely in there, but there was also mystery and brilliance.

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A young Malcolm Little

Malcolm X never went further than the 8th grade in his education because his teacher told him that his dreams of being a lawyer were “no realistic goal for a nigger.” Now I know that if someone told me that when I was in 8th grade I would’ve broken down in tears. Not Malcolm.

He went on to become one of the most influential civil rights activists during his time, and even still today. Now the road there was bumpy and not one of a Disney hero. I mean honestly up until he discovered the Nation of Islam, and even for some time after, he wasn’t the most upstanding person, but he was driven.

It is true that everyone is the way they are because of the experiences they’ve had throughout their lives. Malcolm X is no different. I believe his true hatred for white people was solely based on his life experiences and how he was taught to think.

We all know the saying “too much of a good thing can make it a bad thing.” To me, that’s what happened with Malcolm X and the Nation of Islam. I am in no way an expert on Islam and their practices so I won’t go too in-depth on this, but I have a perspective.

421311I feel that Malcolm X discovering the Nation of Islam and joining with the Black Muslims is the fundamental reason he became as well known as he is. However, the Islam he learned and practiced for many years is also why he is known as the bad guy.

It wasn’t until he broke from Elija Muhammad that he started making real progress towards helping the Civil Rights Movement. His trip to Mecca was a huge eye opener to what Islam truly is, and from that point forward the narrative he preached changed.

Sadly, his life was ended entirely too short. I feel that he was on the brink of really igniting a change and starting a movement within the black community.

mlk_and_malcolm_x_usnwr_croppedMalcolm X was never going to be like Dr. King, and Dr. King was never going to be like Malcolm X. Their differences are what made them both so important. To me, they were the “good cop” “bad cop” roles. Malcolm X brought a fiery and explosive approach, whereas Dr. King was more logical and thoughtful. They both had a deep passion and dedication to the issue and neither lacked in drive or willpower.

It is not fair to put them against each other. Neither one of them was a bad person. Malcolm X was not a bad person. Malcolm X was street smart. He was intuitive. He had charisma and charm. He knew what to say and where and when to say it. He was, in my honest opinion, brilliant.

I wish I could go on longer about my thoughts on who he was, but that would be a book in itself, so I encourage all of you reading this to do your own research and become informed. I highly recommend reading the book, but you could also read old news articles or credible information from the internet. Expand your knowledge beyond “Malcolm X was bad, and Dr. King was good.”

“Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.” -Malcolm X

 

The Revolution Will Not be Televised. The Revolution Will be Live.

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I have thought long and hard about whether or not I should post what I am about to say. At the end of the day though this blog is supposed to be a reflection of who I am, and that includes my thoughts and opinions.

Since the beginning of American history people of color have been oppressed decade after decade. Although slavery and segregation have been abolished, the lingering effects of racism and discrimination are still present in today’s society.

As someone who is biracial talking about this kind of stuff can be challenging because in no way am I anti-white, but I do consider myself to be pro-black. What’s taking place in our country right now shouldn’t be acceptable to anyone, no matter their race.

Over the past five years, the #BlackLivesMatter movement has taken off as a response to the countless acts of police brutality on African Americans. There have been marches, boycotts, peaceful protests, protests that turned violent, basically everything we were taught about the Civil Rights Era during school, is happening now.

Many celebrities have used their platforms to speak out on these issues, but in my opinion, no one has taken quite a stand as the San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick.

Now unless you have been living under a rock these past few weeks, you should know that Kaepernick has chosen to sit/kneel during the National Anthem before the start of his football games.

The criticism and praise he has received from this simple action have been insane. Not only did his jersey shoot to #1 in sales but, he is also the reason behind #boycottNFL.

Personally, I think there are many other reasons to boycott the NFL, for instance, domestic abuse, substance abuse, concussions…and so on. But people have decided that someone kneeling for a few minutes during the opening ceremony is worse than the previously mentioned items.

With all the fuss over his actions, the message Kaepernick is trying to share has been lost. He is trying to shine a light on the injustice and inequality that is still very much real and alive in America. 

What he is doing is not intended to discredit the brave men and women who have, and continue to fight and defend our country and our freedoms. He is trying to bring awareness to a subject that has been swept under the rug decade after decade.

He is also not making this an anti-white issue. I mean honestly, he is biracial and was adopted and raised by white parents. As someone who is also biracial, and was raised by her white mom in a predominantly white town, in the south, I can only imagine the stress and confliction he must have felt, and still probably feels about his decision.

It is hard being a biracial individual who feels strongly about the injustices half of our culture endures. It can feel like you’re trapped because you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but at the same time, as you get older you get tired of never voicing your opinion.

That’s about the point I am at now, and that seems to be where Colin Kaepernick is as well.

I understand why people are upset by what he is doing, and they have a right to feel that way. But Kaepernick has that same right as well.

Another point that I feel keeps getting forgotten or looked over by the media is that he is not just kneeling. He is actually making a change within his community.

In a recent interview, Kaepernick pledged to donate the first $1 million he earned to organizations that work in communities to better the relationships between the people of the community and the law enforcement. He made the same promise with the money he will receive from his recent increase in jersey sales.

Kaepernick has started a movement. Across the country, thousands of people are joining him in kneeling during the National Anthem. Not only are other NFL players taking a knee, but many African-American high school athletes are too.

 

I give a special shout-out to all of the young African American men and women who are brave enough to take a stand in front of their peers. It’s hard enough to not give into peer pressure, but to take a knee in front of not only their peers, but their administrators and parents take a whole lot of courage. I’m not sure I had that courage when I was in high school.

I kneel with Kaepernick. He is not backing down from what he believes in. Hopefully, his actions will start conversations within communities about the injustice that still lives in our country.

I kneel with Kaepernick because he is inspiring a younger generation to have a reason to have passion and a fire within themselves to stand up for what they believe in.

I kneel with Kaepernick because as a young biracial woman he has inspired me to not be afraid to stand up for what I feel and believe is right. He has shown me that it is ok to defend and take a public stand for my black side, while still loving and appreciating everything about my white side.

With the donations he is making into the community, as well as police officers like Officer Norman from North Little Rock, AR, I believe that we will begin to see a change. 

This isn’t going to happen overnight, it might not even happen in the next five years. All that matters is that conversations are being started, policies are being reevaluated and all parties are held equally accountable for their actions.

I have felt passionately about this topic for many years, I just haven’t had a platform, or the courage to properly share my voice. 

Mixed-Girl Monday Spotlight

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Hello, all! It has been awhile since I have posted something new for Mixed-Girl Monday. I have been super busy moving back into college and getting everything set up. As promised from my last post this one is going to be all about a mixed girl that inspires me daily.

*Drum roll* It’s Alicia Keys!Alicia Keys

When I was younger and trying to understand what it meant to be biracial, my mom told me about Alicia Keys and how she was biracial. I had heard her music before but it felt nice knowing someone that famous and successful was biracial like me.

To this day Alicia Keys inspires me to be the best and truest me possible. I am not going to get into a super long biography about who she is and where she came from, but I do want to highlight a few of her most recent projects that have inspired me.

A new hashtag as been trending throughout social media, and I am all for it. #nomakeup is a campaign that prominent female celebrities like Alicia Keys have taken hold of to fight against the contour movement the Kardashians have started. It is all about feeling strong and being beautiful in your own skin.

In an interview, Keys said that she has vowed to stop covering up, “not my face, not my mind, not my soul, not my thoughts, not my dreams, not my struggles, not my emotional growth. Nothing.”  It is very refreshing to see someone of her status take a stand on an issue that has been overtaking young girls across the world.

Another movement that Keys has been a part of is taking a stand against gun violence and police brutality. Along with other celebrities, she shared a video telling of 23 ways you could be killed for being black. To me, this is very important because she is biracial and she is taking a stand with other black celebrities and no one is judging her for doing so.

Here’s to a Mixed-Girl that is rocking the world and making a difference!

 

Black or White?

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In one of the many amazing Michael Jackson songs, he talks about how it shouldn’t matter if you are black or white when it comes to certain things. That statement couldn’t be any more relevant to my life than it already is.

Curious about what I mean? Let me explain it to you real quick.

Growing up kids used to make fun of me because of the way I talked. You would think since I was born and raised in Arkansas it would be for my southern accent, but no, it was for something even more ignorant. They would say that I talked “white.” I would get super defensive and try to fight back but there was just no changing their minds. They would tell me that I wasn’t a real black person just because of how I talked.

I remember going home and occasionally crying and telling my mom everything that the kids would say to me. She would give me a hug and then tell me that those kids were not very smart and that no one can talk “black” or “white.” She would tell me, and I still remember and live by this today, that people can either talk educated or uneducated.

To this day people still tell me that I sound white and what’s crazy it’s not just from one group of people. Black people will tell me that, white people will tell me, really anybody will tell me. But the thing I have noticed through all of the encounters are, that the people telling me this are usually not well educated and are using it as a defense mechanism.

I am not saying that this only happens to biracial people, it happens to anyone. I have friends, who are black, that get told the exact same thing.

Society painted a picture thousands of years ago that black people were uneducated, ignorant, and oblivious to everything. Sadly some people still only see that picture, so whenever they encounter a person of color (POC) who is well spoken and knows a little something about current events their response is to strip away their culture and say that they’re acting white.

This doesn’t just end with the way a person talks, I’ve been called white for the music I listen to, the shoes I wear, the hobbies I enjoy, even the movies I have seen. But guess what. The jokes on them because I am white. I am also black. Being biracial shouldn’t matter, though, people, myself included, should be able to enjoy the things they love without having to be categorized by race.

Continue to follow my journey, and be on the lookout next Monday when I highlight my favorite Mixed-Girl. Can you guess who it is?

Mixed-Girl Problems

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Am I “other”?

Its benchmark testing day, we are filling out all our information, it’s going well for me until I get to what ethnicity I am. I raise my hand: Excuse me, teacher, what do I fill in, do I circle black or white? My teacher stands there a while before answering: just circle other. This confused me, I’m not other I’m both.

From that day forward I have been forced to choose a side because most forms, up until recently, have never offered a “biracial” or “multiracial” option. It’s always exciting when I see one of those options instead of other, because like I said, I am not “other,” I am a person, I am biracial.

When those options aren’t given to me, I usually fill in “African American” because in my mind that’s what strangers see me as. I don’t like feeling like I have to choose one or the other because I am both, but I refuse to put myself in the “other” category.

Twinning or nah?

Mixed GirlsIn high-school one of the most common question, my friend and I got from almost every single person in the world was: are you two twins? We would always reply: no, we’re both just mixed and tall with curly hair. It got so bad that we just stopped trying to explain and just started saying yes before people would even ask us.

What’s funny about this problem is that I always get asked if I’m related to so and so if we happen to both be biracial. It’s turned into a joke amongst biracial people because people always try to assume that we’re siblings or twins, not just two individuals.

Another problem that I have to deal with occasionally is actually quite random and confuses me every time. Someone random person will walk up to me and ask: Are you Mexican? I just look at them and reply: No, I’m mixed. So they reply: Oh so you’re white and Mexican. At that point I don’t even bother to answer, I just walk away.

My Name:

Jasmine, Jaz, Jazzie, Sissy,  Jazzy-Joe, Jazmean, I turn my head to all of them. I have many nicknames thanks to my real name. I also have some “mixed” people names as well; for instance, I’ve been called Oreo, Zebra, Penguin, Half-and-Hal, and so on. None of the names really bother me, but some of them do get a little old and overused.

I find my name to be pretty easy. Jasmine Yvonne Conley, nothing special, just Jasmine. For some reason, though, whenever I was at a basketball game in Missouri the announcer decided to mess my name up completely….

“And now your starting lineup for the Fayetteville Lady Bulldogs!” is what he said. He called out everyone else’s name just fine. Then we get to mine. “Starting at post number 45, JAZZZMEEANNN CONNN!” I didn’t even run out. I just stood there confused, my whole team busted out laughing as I went to shake the other coaches hand.

“How could he mess my name up?” I kept thinking and asking people. “It’s not that hard, it’s just Jasmine. Conley. Nothing complicated at all.”

Needless to say, ever since that game, I am no longer Jasmine Conley, I am Jazmean Con, that’s MY name.

I know a lot of these problems sound silly, and that’s the point. Not everything regarding race/ethnicity needs to be so serious all of the time. It’s good to be able to laugh about yourself and the things that make you who you are.

Being Biracial

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Hi y’all, Welcome to Mixed Girl Monday!

As I mentioned in my introduction post, I am biracial and it is something I am very proud of. However, I have only become truly comfortable with this part of my identity recently (sometime in high school).

You might be wondering why this feed is called #mixedgirlmonday yet the post is titled “Being Biracial.” The proper name for my ethnicity is biracial, “mixed” is just the slang way of describing it.

Some people get offended whenever they’re referred to as a “mixed” person and would rather be called biracial. Personally, I don’t have a strong opinion, but since the amount of biracial people in our country is increasing, I do feel like “biracial” needs to be the go to term.

Mixed Girl Monday is a time where I can talk about the experiences I have had throughout my life as a biracial individual. I am using the hashtag #mixedgirlmonday simply because it is catchy, and biracial does not have a day of the week that it can be paired with and sound jusIMG_0018t as catchy.

I am a blend of black and white, my mom is white and my dad is black. I don’t see a reason to make it a super complicated topic. It’s honestly really simple like I mentioned in my earlier post it’s the best of both worlds.

I will elaborate on that more throughout the weeks, but in a nutshell,
therefore I have been exposed to two different, therefore, like to think of myself as a well rounded individual. I don’t want to get into too much withFullSizeRender this first post, I just wanted to give a general overview of this part of my life.

It is my hope that, as part of my journey, I will be able to share with you all different things I have discovered  about being biracial. Some of them are funny, others are a little serious, and most are just interesting and insightful.