a tribute of sorts
Tonight at dance class, Molly--a red-headed whiter-than-white woman from the midwest--mentioned that her daughter had just turned four. Her daughter, Maya, was adopted from Central America (which country I cannot remember). In short, they look nothing alike. (Molly's got so much manic energy that they kind of act alike, though.) I mention this primarily to point out that I don't know how many people of color Maya encounters regularly.
Anyway
Molly reported that Maya got a doll with "nappy hair" for her birthday. And, I guess because Maya's watched me dance so many times (irl and on video) and perhaps because I am one of the few nappy-haired people Maya knows, she decided to name the doll after me.
Anyway
Molly reported that Maya got a doll with "nappy hair" for her birthday. And, I guess because Maya's watched me dance so many times (irl and on video) and perhaps because I am one of the few nappy-haired people Maya knows, she decided to name the doll after me.