Whether in an apartment with kids from a dozen countries, or in the United States in one of the least diverse school districts around, we have made it our intention to raise cross-culturally aware kids.  This month we’ll be posting weekly tips on how to foster cross-cultural and interracial sensitivity in your kids–and your self. [...]

Whether in an apartment with kids from a dozen countries, or in the United States in one of the least diverse school districts around, we have made it our intention to raise cross-culturally aware kids.  This month we’ll be posting weekly tips on how to foster cross-cultural and interracial sensitivity in your kids–and your self. [...]

Whether in an apartment with kids from a dozen countries, or in the United States in one of the least diverse school districts around, we have made it our intention to raise cross-culturally aware kids.  This month we’ll be posting weekly tips on how to foster cross-cultural and interracial sensitivity in your kids–and your self. [...]

Whether in an apartment with kids from a dozen countries, or in the United States in one of the least diverse school districts around, we have made it our intention to raise cross-culturally aware kids.  This month we’ll be posting weekly tips on how to foster cross-cultural and interracial sensitivity in your kids–and your self. [...]

Whether in an apartment with kids from a dozen countries, or in the United States in one of the least diverse school districts around, we have made it our intention to raise cross-culturally aware kids.  This month we’ll be posting weekly tips on how to foster cross-cultural and interracial sensitivity in your kids–and your self. [...]

For the first six years of our daughter’s life and the first five of our son’s, they spent more time in foreign countries than our own.  Their playmates included kids from China, Congo, Zambia, Sudan, Burundi, Germany, and South Africans of three different official races.  That list conjures up glowing pictures of smiley kids speaking [...]

I used to think life ended with parenting.  Not end like I’d die, just end like the Me who had purpose, direction, career, style, romance, humor, and friends would dissolve into an unrecognizable smear in the parking lot of Babies’R’Us.  Or two burglar characters from a movie I never chose to watch would tie that [...]