Stuck in the Middle
My daughters and I defy easy labeling. It has taken me a lifetime to realize that we don’t have to declare a single racial identity.
Credit… Lucy Jones
I gaped at my daughter one morning a few years ago as she tried to creep, unnoticed, out the front door to her bus stop. She was 13 at the time. Her hair, normally gelled and pulled tightly into a top bun, now sprang loose in a frizzy, light brown Afro…