In the beginning...

Hello and welcome to my blog!  I am thrilled that you are here and hope to make you laugh, cry, think and waste loads of time for years and years to come.  

I am not a writer, I am not a comedian, but over the past few years, I have come to realize that I have some things to say, dammit!  And I want to say them in a public forum because, well, because I think that lots of what I have to say is worth sharing.  And so is what you have to say, so please feel free to leave a comment, criticism, complaint, or commendation.  All are appreciated, though don't expect a response.  I reseve the right to ignore you, especially if you are being particularly snarky, or just downright mean.  There is no need for that here.

Among other things, I am a tan kracka.  Meaning, I am a person of (tannish) color who was raised by white folks.  This is important.  My lifelong struggle with identity has shaped who I am and how I relate to this racist world.   And it has shaped how others related to me as well.   

Have you heard the phrase “race is a social construct?”  If not, here is my simplistic interpretation: biologically, race doesn’t exist and is merely a by-product of our need to classify and separate (out) groups of people who are NOT LIKE US.  There is not a black race, a white race, an Asian race…it’s all bullshit.  The interesting thing about bi-racial, transracially adopted folks is that we are not easily classified!  We kind of bust the entire system wide open and challenge the idea that who you are is based on the color of your skin and various facial/body features.  And I think that scares people just a little bit.  It scares me too, because, based on the way that I look, people make all sorts of assumptions about how I aught to be in this world.  And I never fail to disappoint.  But that is OK, I am still figuring it out.  I am figuring out how to find and be ME, the I who exists in eternity, beyond the ideas of time and space.  The I that, for some god-forsaken reason, decided it was a fabulous idea to manifest itself in this particular body this time around.  Gawd, whut the hell was I thinking?

And, not to worry, I am not going to muse about race and my identity crisis all over these pages.  I just wanted to give some context to the title of my blog.  Are we clear now people?!?  Good.  Carry on…