Under Siege

Dearest friends, I had a dress code until I was 28 years old. What was physically forced on me then became my choice, as it was forced within my psyche. A year and a half ago, at 31 years old,  I told myself I was beautiful, and I actually believed it for the very firstContinue reading “Under Siege”

Diversity over Color

Dearest friends, Driving through the beautiful lushness of Costa Rica, my longtime friend asked me a question that has stayed in my mind even now, five years later. “If you hadn’t gone to an all-white school, do you think you’d be dating a white guy?” I’d been asked similar versions of this question whenever mentioningContinue reading “Diversity over Color”