June 21, 2018 As my mom and I headed downstairs, I couldn’t help noticing that my hearing became distorted. Every sound became amplified. “Click-clack! Click-clack! Click-clack!” my mother’s shoes sounded like a hammer banging on the ground as she came down the stairs and my ears began to ring. As I got to the carContinue reading “The Talk”
Mixed-Up. My diary about family secrets, DNA, and the complexities of race and adoption.
A blog about family secrets, DNA, and the complexities of race and adoption.
