It was summer and I was about 10 years old. “Doesn't she look just like Pocahontas?” a family member asked/ announced to a room full of people- all of whom were white. “Look at her long, black hair and she has the perfect tan! I wish I could be that tan all year round” she continued.
When you’re mixed race, it’s easy to feel as though you have no real home. You aren’t enough of anything to really, truly fit in anywhere; so, you inhabit the in-between.
If you are a biracial/multiracial child being raised by both parents, odds are that you’d be exposed to both/all cultures about the same amount of time. You might celebrate all the different holidays, visit the home countries of your parents, learn more than one language.
When I was first starting out in my career in publishing, I got laid off from my first “real job” out of college. It was at a tiny publisher and I should have seen it coming, honestly. I was out of work for 4 months.
