Friday, October 24th, 2014
It all started with the guy at the garden store. His face was splotched with purple burns—not badly, but enough for my kids to notice and be scared, making loud comments in the store. I hushed them, smiling apologetically. Once we were in the car, my oldest daughter told me, “His face was weird.”
I sat there for a moment, wondering how to explain diversity to my three blond, blue-eyed daughters.
Finally, I told them I didn’t like the word “weird.” In fact, I said, “We are banning that word from our vocabulary. Read more