For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a mom. I was absolutely convinced I could parent better than my mother. My father was the breadwinner — king of our small kingdom — and more into himself than raising the two kids he produced and the one he adopted. I became a … Continue reading Letting Go of Adult Kids
My daughter came home crying from her job as a barista for a local Boba Tea shop. “They don’t like me, Mom! I’m doing the exact same level of work that all the new kids are, and they keep calling ME out cuz I’m not Asian.” Several other barista-type jobs at various local businesses to … Continue reading Racism—Up Close, and Personal
