I Was Adopted Into A White Family
As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.
Heaven Bachand
I Don’t Fit Your Stereotypes. So Why Can’t I Escape Them?
As an African-American teen, I often feel like I’m walking around with a big target sign on my head.
What I Learned About Race After Being Adopted By A White Mom
I was six when I met my mom for the first time. We were at the Oakland Zoo at an event where people meet foster kids. This tall, caucasian woman walked up to me and offered to get me a slice of pizza.
What It’s Like To Be Transracially Adopted Into A White Family
When I was a little kid, I didn’t really care that my new mom was white. As I got older, though, race became more important
REDEFINED: Proud Of My Brown Skin
I never felt comfortable in family pictures because I was the only black person and I felt out of place. I never told my mom about this because I didn’t want her to feel bad because it wasn’t her fault.