Skin Deep

Let’s stir the controversy pot today. I’m caramel colored, so to speak.  Or café au lait to embrace my NOLA roots. I’ve never had a problem with this description of my coloring or other food related metaphors. Not long ago, I was made aware that this type of description is frowned upon and considered racistContinue reading “Skin Deep”

Creole

I grew up in New Orleans and Creole means many things there. It means delicious food that I miss and can’t seem to find anywhere but there. It means a culture of music and liveliness to make you envious while you eat your proper meals with polite discourse. It also means a person of mixedContinue reading “Creole”