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I am always on the verge of choosing which kind of person to be. I blink, and I choose again. I choose several times a day, every day. I wake up and I have to start choosing all over again.  I am talking about how I engage with understanding race. Or all the things that I miss. I talk about it because my children live with it. I talk about it, because I want all children to understand what they understand about it.

My kids are black and mixed. I am not. I am as white as the page on which I type. I am the kind of person who used to take that for granted 100% of the time, but who only takes that for granted 95% of the time now. I’ll never know how enlightened, or how about a new term for racial awareness as a white person- endarkened- I have become. This is because I will never know the starting point. I will never know what it means to begin at fully aware, to begin as a person of color.

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Little Asian girl in a bubble

by Barbara Henry
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Sometimes I have to keep reminding myself that not everything in life is obvious, that our notion of “common sense” is simply the core of what ideologies are based on, and that in a world of difference we will never stop learning from each other.
Asian Girl In a Bubble: Are

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Honoring my Hispanic heritage

by Onica Cupido
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Did you know that National Hispanic Heritage Month is the period from September 15 to October 15 that recognizes the contributions of Hispanic Americans to the United States and celebrates Hispanic heritage and culture? Well now you do =)

The observation started in 1968 as Hispanic Heritage Week was approved

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On raising multi-cultural children

by Michele Dortch
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I was born in a 1972 to a Japanese mother and Black father. My father was stationed at Misawa Air Base and it was during his service there that he met my mother. And it was there that I was brought into the world.
But we didn’t stay in Japan long.

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