In writing my recent book, Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity (Kindle) or Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity, I tell the story of growing up within a culture and a race that was different to my own. Here’s an excerpt:
On our first vacation we visited friends in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We not only fell in love with the quaint village, we decided to move there. I’d take up ...
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In my recent book, Split at the Root: A Memoir of Love and Lost Identity
, I tell the story of growing up within a culture and a race that was different to my own. Here’s an excerpt:
Once in Catalina, we became neighbors with a German family whose three daughters were close to me in age. Putzi, the youngest, wandered over to our house most often. We giggled and ...
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“Where are you from?” is a simple question. The answer, however, can become rather complex.
When I am asked where I’m from, people expect me to say a Caribbean island, and look at me a bit more closely when I say Guatemala because I don’t look like a representative of the Mayan population. Can I claim being Guatemalan, though? Growing up, my friends were by and large Germans and I spoke primarily German at home. I was the only Black kid ...
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As a morning person, my best hours are early in the day when I observe dawn slowly creep over the sky to warm up the horizon. I love dawn and I love going for an early hike with M’penzi, my faithful basenji.
Today I found an email from a German childhood friend in Guatemala. Feels as if friendships forged early in life remain ...
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