The changes in immigration are dramatically impacting our global communities and our classrooms, which are becoming more diverse and multicultural...
For a moment I thought about NOT stopping. It was an unmarked car and thought maybe it's someone goofing off and flashing their lights. But I'd rather be safe than sorry. So, I pull over at the side of the road and a police officer approached the passenger side of my car.
Hate breeds hate and our only hope left in this world lies within what we can control. Hope isn't in your Facebook status, your Ksl news article debate or even your good-willed peace protests. It starts at home, and it starts with you.
Usually the first thing strangers say to my daughters upon meeting them is, “Wow, you both have beautiful blue eyes.” If my husband isn&r...
Unlike some who assert that race is irrelevant and try to minimize its importance by pointing out that it is purely a social construct, I believe it DOES matter.
He beamed at me, confident that he had just bestowed upon me one of the great accomplishments that all multiracial women hope for: the badge of honor for completing the last arch in a white man's hookup rainbow.
We cannot simply applaud the reality of interracial or interreligious households but rather we must work hard to open the conversation about America's diverse population even wider to be able to include, respect, and perhaps even love, everyone.
Students of color constitute a majority in our schools but teachers of color constitute only 18 percent of their faculties.
As educators, we are in the unique position to break the chains of discrimination within the boundaries of our classrooms. We can work with our parents, community members and administrators to bring diversity to our schools on a regular basis.
When you don't fit in, you're forced to see things through multiple viewpoints and create a balance between how you are perceived and who you actually are. Being multiracial forces you to move between different worlds, across categories and through all definition.
I'm a white mother of six children, five of whom are children of color, and four of whom came home to our family through foster-adoption.
Walk in the theater not expecting much. Walk out charmed and happy. Key & Peele will have that kind of affect on you. And that little furball that plays Keanu is worth his weight in catnip.
I actually never knew I was different until people -- well, adults -- would single me out and ask me questions that were quite absurd, such as: "What are you?"
My son will have questions, and my husband and I will be the guiding forces. We want to raise him with a strong black identity, but he is also half white and Jewish so we want to raise him with that identity as well.
It's not OK to insinuate I cheated on my husband. It's not OK to ask if she's really his. I know you're not funny. It's become obvious in the last 15 seconds. But let's think about a more appropriate way to break the ice. Something less private, like how much money we make or possibly our medical records?
The MultiCulti Corner collaborated on a project for a group I co-founded with Delia Douglas of DDHPR called MultiCulti Corner (MCC). This project is perfect anytime but found it a great learning experience for Black History Month.