Lost Between Brown and White: the Mom Who Raised Me Up

Moving from my father, I consider my mother’s impact on me. My relationship with her was always strained. She spent a lot of time trying to make me into society’s image of what a “good’ole lil’white boy” was supposed to be. My mother was an avid disciplinarian. Her favourite instrument was the wooden spoon. A [...]

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Lost Between Brown and White: My Blood Relatives

Let’s start with the very beginning, where my blood begins, because it is this mystery that is the root of my identity. I was born to a poor-woman who was ditched by my biological father before I was born. I know nothing of my biological father. Not even his name. Not a single word about [...]

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