"Being Noticed as a Transracial Family"

In choosing this route, we knew we'd get looks on the street. But the experience of constantly being seen, and recognized, was a whole different story.

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For once, the barista at Starbucks didn’t recognize me. He shouldn’t. I’m there only about once a month. The thing is, he remembers me. Well, not me so much as us. This is one of those things that come with being the white mother of a black child. Comments, questions, stares—those I expected. The strange experience of just being visible—not so much. I didn’t realize how invisible I was until I wasn’t anymore.

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