Americans may be equal, but we are not all the same. It is the willingness of one American to defend the right of another to be different -- to think, to believe, to live in ways and to say things that one may vehemently dislike. But we will act to defend this differentness, this right to be free and unique -- even at risk of death.
The fourth of July is upon us, a holiday that signifies a meaningful moment in U.S. history, a date that marks our official independence as a nation. Over time, freedom and independence have come to take on very deep meaning for me as a transracially adopted person.
My son just had turned five. This was the first birthday where he really understood the importance of his big day and the magic that comes with no longer being four years-old. I wish I got that excited about my birthdays.
The truth is, most of the time, I don't want to even begin to take on the role of adoption educator. I'm just trying to buy toilet paper while keeping my toddler from dashing off to attack an endcap of candy bars.
This month brings memoirs from three wonderful Asia-based American authors to put on your summer reading list!
We have seen the devastation that racism can perpetrate when the hate embedded within it festers in silence at the margins of our society. But where does this sort of racism come from? I don't know that I have the answer, but I do have a particular, firsthand experience that may give some insight into the question.
A New York bill allowing adults who were adopted as children to obtain access to their original birth certificates, was "destroyed" by members of the NY State Assembly before it passed by a 125-19 vote on June 18, according to members of the group New York Adoption Equality.
Like many, many Americans, I was thrilled when the Supreme Court declared same-sex marriages must be recognized nationwide. As a heterosexual, Hindu, Indian-American, I do not take my rights for granted, and I am glad to see the growth of justice for ALL.
Sugar Baby is a Redtick Coonhound WHO NEEDS YOU! She's very sweet girl but she can be a bit timid as loud noises and quick movements do startle her.
Sometimes parents are the ones that teach kids to squash their emotions. The parents don't want to see the fear, the pain, or the uncertainty that is clamoring for a voice. So they keep urging the children to "just be good" and "just smile" and "go along with things" and "don't make trouble" until...
It's difficult to articulate the overwhelming feelings of anxiety that led up to that morning's breakfast. Despite what I'm told are good looks inherited from my mother, I ached more than anything to have a slight resemblance to the man equally responsible for my existence.
I met my son in a stuffy government building in China. I remember everything about the day I met him. The creak of the elevator as we traveled to the second floor.
The only thing transracial and transgender have in common is their prefix.
All that I do and all that I am is wrapped up in two men; one gave me life and the other raised me. I simply would not exist without one and can't imagine my life without the other.
Pope Francis says children need heterosexual parents. Daddy Francis, if you're reading this: The gay men in my life have been some of the most nurturing and supportive parents imaginable.
Foster kids are just kids -- like your kids. But they've experienced more difficult situations and hard times than most adults ever will. Some develop emotional and behavioral problems and challenging behaviors.