Be kind to her, we only got one Mother Earth 🌍 💖

With the warm weather with us now, it’s good for the soul and for the mind to spend a day outside getting some much needed vitamin D! Bugsy loves being outside, Taz has his moments, both value the fresh air!

Life is neither black or white for me!

Thank you Mom & Dad for showing me and teaching me to love others no matter how different! 💖💖💖💖. One of the reasons why I wrote my children’s book of acceptance!

I was not raised as a black child, but more in my just as proud white cultural French Canadian side of my family. I knew I was a different colour than my friends but I never saw that until a few racist people in my life reminded me that I was different.

I got opinions thrown at me from both sides from whites and blacks as I was growing up. I was not white according to the friends I had in the white community and I was not black according to those friends I knew in the black community.

I never liked the way I looked when I was younger. I didn’t have the Farrah Fawcett flip hair my friends had in high school, or the beautiful black Nubian look my other fiends had. I was just…different. I would get remarks like “yeah but you don’t look black” what was that suppose to mean? You won’t accept me because I don’t look black?

I remember getting braids when I was 18, and had my assistant manager at the grocery store I worked at say to me, “ I don’t like your hair like that it makes you look black!!”

I have experienced racial discrimination but never told anyone, pushed it aside and shrugged it off. I grew strong with every harsh word or remark.

Today I see myself as not white, not black, but a mixed woman who has finally accepted who I am and what I look like. I don’t take sides because I just don’t but I am truly proud of where I came from!!

I am Canadian, I am of mixed race, I am a proud woman and I am not bound to any labels. I AM…ME! 🥰