This week I received a friend request on Facebook by someone whose profile picture scared me. My choice to explore it further, rather than delete, block and quickly try to forget it, turned into one of the most fascinating conversations of my life, that now thousands around the world are involved in after just 48 hours.
My kids are growing up Dominican. In the future they might grow up Argentinian or Croatian or Chilean and with us as their anchor, I'd like to believe they're growing up New Jerseyan too. And I hope that one day their purple flowered, daisy infused minds will see that the world is one big place full of many different childhoods. None better than the one they lived.