By Brooke Lea Foster
Nov. 26, 2016
I often forgot that my infant son, Harper, didn’t look like me when I was a new mother living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in 2010. When I pressed him all over community, I was thinking of him given that perfect brown child, soft-skinned and tulip-lipped, with the full mind of black colored locks, regardless if it absolutely was the exact opposite of my blond waves and reasonable epidermis.
“He’s adorable. Exactly What nationality is his mother? ” a middle-aged woman that is white me personally outside Barnes & Noble on Broadway 1 day, mistaking me personally for the nanny.
“I am their mom, ” I informed her. “His daddy is Filipino. ”
“Well, healthy, ” she said. Continue reading “For Interracial Couples, Growing Recognition, With Some Exceptions”