When I question how I could have both been helped and hurt by white privilege, it is the same type of reflection that I must conduct when I think about the ways in which I have both gained and lost so much through my adoption. The ability to not think in simple polarities has shaped and defined my maturation and has been a liberating discovery.
Prompt: What’s your biggest pet peeve about the way that people write about your generation? Millennials are squandering their money, buying avocado toast, guzzling wine, and putting off adulthood by […]
I’ve written a lot about racism I received when I was young from my peers, but I think it’s important to talk about racism and bias from teachers and other adults […]
For Mother’s Day I thought I would share a piece I wrote in early high school for my mom. From the time I was young, she has always been my […]
Recently, an interesting article regarding the impact adoptees’ “lost languages” leaves on their brains has been circulating all of my feeds. The study indicates that the same areas of the […]
Last night, I had the privilege of giving this (modified slightly) speech at my college for the incoming first year students. My story stood next to seven other remarkable narratives […]
This weekend, I chaperoned a middle school retreat in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Though my own middle school years aren’t that far behind me, I seemed to […]