Sometimes I’ve found myself wondering, who am I exactly?  What is it that makes me, me?  In my younger days, I thought that I knew exactly what I was all about, but youth sometimes plays tricks on you and makes you think that the world is a much smaller place than it actually is.  As my world grew, so many things began to change and I began to see things through different eyes.  Our race, gender, education level, social class and so many other elements make us who…

Can white people call themselves ‘mixed’?  Can they see themselves as something other than white, if they appear visually white?  Sometimes, I don’t know.  All my childhood, I struggled with that label…the label of being white, but not feeling white, and not being accepted by “whites”.  To me, if feels uncomfortable to identify as white, even though I know that people see me as white, that society treats me as white.  My childhood is a confusing one and it seems a bit risky…