I like it when a man puts thought into the kind of restaurant we’re going to. That doesn’t mean it needs to be fancy – some of the best meals of my life have been having a taco on a street corner.
My dad is Caucasian, and my mom is African American. I’m half black and half white. Being biracial paints a blurred line that is equal parts staggering and illuminating.
The holidays are a time to – not quite play it safe – but play it classic. You don’t want to be the girl in a head-to-toe sequin look, where you look like you should be an ornament on the tree.
