I'm right. I'm always right. I cling to my right-ness as a part of my identity; it is core to who I am. Some of it comes from how I was raised, some from my friends, some from what I learned in college or read in a book. Now it is simply sugar in the... Continue Reading →
You would never use just one word to define a place, or a historical figure, or a feeling, or a food, or even another word. It would be completely inadequate. You might say "tasty"... and then you add, "But the lemon flavor is a little too overpowering." Or you might say "bored"... but then you would say, "Because I miss my friend who is away on a trip." And although some of our personal culture and identity are tied to the words "black" and "white", these words are incomplete when used as the sole definition of a human being.
I recently went to my Hindu friend's house for lunch. As we were heading out the door, my daughter decided to put a sticker on her forehead so that she could look more like my friend. When I pointed it out to my friend, she immediately offered both of my daughters some of her bindis -... Continue Reading →