As I began to write this I wanted to start with who I am. But that is hard for me because, even in my mid-thirties, I am still not very sure. I know what I am not. I know what I am not supposed to be. I know what I want to be. But I am not exactly sure who I am I was...
I am a 38-year-old married woman, a wife of 10 years, and a mother to a 3.5-year-old daughter and a 1-year old son. My mother is African American and my father is/was Caucasian. I was born in the late 70’s where it was still taboo for interracial relationships to...
I grew up in a Pastor’s home and I am the youngest of four children. The summer before first grade, my family moved from California to Northern Idaho. We moved into a beautiful tri-level 5-bedroom home in a great neighborhood. That would be my home and haven till my...
I am the oldest of 8 children, consisting of 3 full brothers, 2 step siblings, a half sister and a half brother who passed away when he was 3. My parents were married. Our childhood was fairly run of the Mill, we grew up in the Burbs and lived in a time where you...
I was born to a teenage mother. According to her siblings, and even my grandmother, my birth father loved my mother very much. I heard stories over the years of how much he loved and wanted to marry her. My mother never lied in my younger years about who my birth...
