Yesterday was cafe au lait kid day at the pool. Or golden-caramel kid day. Or maybe it was swirled kid day. Bobbing in the water were unique boys and girls, none exactly like the other, each beautiful. Children of parents from more than one racial background seemed to make up more than 2% of the…
Category Archives: transracial adoption
The Call for Adoption in Haiti: Let’s Not Make This Tragedy Worse
I was getting ready for work this morning, half listening to the CNN reporters covering the fallout from the Haitian earthquake. My beautiful adopted 18 month-old was playing with his model John Deere tractor on the floor at my feet. “Who loves you?” I asked. He pointed at me and said, “Ma.” And its true,…
A Transracial Adoptee’s Bill of Rights
An important reminder for those of us white parents of black/ biracial/ multiracial kids. Please take a look. Also, those of you who are friends of our transracial families, note that we are forever changed by our good fortune to parent these children, and help us be as we would like to be– real, and…
“I tell my children we don’t see color in this house:” This and other lies that anti-racist parents shouldn’t tolerate.
We were eating out in Greenville, North Carolina–I don’t remember the restaurant’s name– taking a break from trying a case, having a glass of wine, enjoying some down time. The case involved two Black female police officers who had complained to their Captain, a White male, about race discrimination only to find themselves ingloriously doling…
My Son is Black? Oh Yeah: A Newtonian Discovery
Our son is black and I forgot. I’ve completely lost it, marbles akimbo, and those nicely built gentlemen with the coat I can’t get off are coming for me. I do hope they have the good drugs, the ones that will make me forget that I don’t remember. A white American lady who forgot her…
What really chaps my butt and other bees in my bonnet– another adoptive parent rant
“Oh you adopted! How wonderful! Lance and I have always wanted to adopt when we’re finished having children,” Angelina squealed as she kissed me on both cheeks and slopped a little of her wine on my comfortable shoes. “Yes,” I say, wiping off the kiss and the wine, “And I’ve always wanted to be a…
