The Quiet Feminism of My Father

My father never once said “If I only had a son…”. Never a mention of all the “estrogen in the house”, or his family’s “cycles syncing up”. I had seen many other fathers talk this way, yet it was conspicuously absent from our house. 
One day, I finally asked my dad the question that had been burning inside of me: “Dad, do you ever wish that you had a son?”

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Navigating Racism, Colonialism, and Family in an Interracial Christian Marriage

In some ways, my husband (C) and I are very lucky. When I first introduced him to my extended family, most of my aunts and uncles had no idea where the Philippines even is. They had no preconceived notions, positive or negative, about what it is to be Filipino. This allows them to see C for who he is, without stereotypes clouding their view….