I am biracial. My parents raised me to see myself as having the best of both worlds. I hit a big stumbling block in my development as a multiracial individual when I was in junior high. It all began when my guidance counselor insisted that I mark just one box (there was no “Other” box option) on the race and ethnicity portion of a state-issued exam:  “It’s not that hard, just pick one,” she shrugged.  To me, however, being forced to acknowledge only one half of my heritage clearly meant denying the other half. 

I have learned that mine was not an isolated experience. In fact, it is quite common for people of mixed-race. Many school administrators and parents who identify as mono-racial may not understand why this experience is so hard for their students. “It's just a form, it doesn't really matter, you know who you are," they may say.

I have created this website for two purposes:

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