Celebrations are a big part of our family: the Jewish holidays, the anniversaries of the day we met and the day we became a family, Guatemalan Independence Day, and National Adoption Day. Each of these celebrations helps us reaffirm our multiple identities.
Last month I had a stomach flu and succumbed to my daughter’s request for more minutes than usual of watching videos. First, we watched “Los pollitos dicen,”, a song about chicks and a mama hen.
There was once a little baby boy named Moses. Moses was Jewish and he lived in Egypt where the king, who was called the Pharaoh, did not like Jewish babies.
by Sachi Feris When my daughter was an infant, a fellow new mom once joked that my daughter and her son (also an infant) were on their first “date.” “If they’re both straight,” I countered, and she laughed. With race,…
by guest blogger Julie Roberts-Phung This post is being re-posted as part of a week-long series highlighting supporters of Showing Up for Racial Justice (SURJ), both in their parenting of race-conscious children and their activist work for racial justice. SURJ…
by Sachi Feris I have always loved Elmo…. and I have always been a Whoopi Goldberg fan. So, from time to time, I watch Elmo and Whoopi’s exchanges on Sesame Street about their different skin colors and hair/fur. When I first…
by guest blogger Shira Eve Epstein, Ed.D How can children be supported to talk about and take action on civic issues that are deeply entangled with race and racism? How can we engage them on public matters like the accessibility…
by Sachi Feris When my daughter was about a year-and-a-half, we were standing outside of our building and my daughter pointed to a boy about 30 feet away and asked me, “Julien?” referring to a friend from her daycare. This…
by guest blogger Myriam Juarbe I am a Hispanic, White female from San Juan, Puerto Rico, married to my college sweetheart in graduate school. He is also Hispanic and White (but from Spain)—although here in the United States, many people…
by Sachi Feris My daughter and I have been reading the book, “Miss Nelson is Missing,” which features an infamously mischievous class. We read about students throwing paper planes in the air, and that they were “the worst behaved class…
