Most people have baby photos taken in the hospital when they were born. The parents look sweaty, exhausted, but happy, with an infant swaddled in their arms. I don’t have hospital photos. I have airport photos. I’m what you’d call a “transracial adoptee.” And no, not “transracial” like that Rachel Dolezal nonsense. “Transracial adoptee” means that I am of one race, and I was adopted … Continue reading Traveling As A Transracial Adoptee On A Mission To Find My Birth Parents