I just got back from Trader Joe’s and as I was leaving, I was struck by the diversity of people there – shopping, walking in, heading out.  They were beautiful –  different ages, sizes, ethnicities, shapes.  Their hair and clothing – all so different.  It was a tiny and amazing moment.  One that all of those people – going about their errands – probably never knew they were a part of.

I never like filling out forms that have boxes for race.  Not that I am not proud of mine.  Rather, it bothers me that someone needs to know so badly that I cannot register for, apply for, participate in the whatever, without telling.  There just should be an “all of the above” choice.  I would choose it everytime to simply say that I am human.

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