I am proud of my multi-racial culture now more than ever. Growing up, I experienced a great deal of racism. Some of it was blatant and out in the open, some of it was in a more subtle passive aggressive way with looks or veiled comments.
My brother and I were different than the other children in our predominantly Caucasian neighborhood. For awhile, we were the only children of color around. People didn’t know how to categorize us.
The pain that comes from feeling ostracized and not belonging created deep wounds, but also great character. I was able to find my own identity through an outlet of art and creative expression. Read More




My mother is Taiwanese and my father is mostly Italian (Sicilian), and a little bit Latvian.

