Is there a correlation between the texture of hair and IQ? I ask because I am trying to locate the evolutionary process that accounts for hair on the human body. I also ask this question because I know from growing…
Is there a correlation between the texture of hair and IQ? I ask because I am trying to locate the evolutionary process that accounts for hair on the human body. I also ask this question because I know from growing…
I recall first identifying as Black during the Black Power movement when I was in the seventh grade. I was riding a Berkeley school bus full of other Black kids, fantasizing about living in one of the nice homes in…
When both of the cultures in your family are from other countries, you’re set up to have a really big family. Some of the cousins go amiss or you get a friend request from a family member you never knew…
He was gentle and cried with me when I explained that it would not be easy for me to let my guard down and totally give in to the passion. We were building a new relationship―different and better―planning adult things…
On a cold day, my mother told me the Chinese new year was about to begin. Another beneficent animal was coming; it would help those under its sign for the next twelve months. I wondered if, at the moment of…
It sucks. Well, at first it’s okay and good because you don’t realize that people think you’re different or less than them. Then you realize that people take back their invitations for playdates because your father isn’t white, ergo your…
To look at me, with my brown hair and hazel green eyes, you’d say I’m white. And I am, on the outside. But on the inside, you’ll find mariachi music in my ears, mole sauce in my stomach, and híjole…
“’tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” Alfred Lord Tennyson—In Memoriam A.H.H, 1889 As I write this, I’m playing Earth, Wind & Fire singing, “We write a song of love, my dear…” and…
Some uncomprehending seconds passed before the large, frazzled woman sitting by my side banged the ashtray down in front of me. I understood: the punch she had aimed at my upper-arm had been only to alert me to her impending…
“As a refugee, she leaves the familiar and safe homeground to venture into unknown and possibly dangerous terrain.” -Gloria Anzaldua Finding Refuge “Ma’salam!” I said, leaving my Barbie doll underneath the bunk bed and running to catch the ride to…
