The School of Transracial Motherhood
by Michelle Eisler
Being on the cusp of turning 44 and trying to learn a new language has made me question my sanity. Being in school, again, I remember wishing I could do better, realizing I never understood what I thought I did and ultimately being disappointed in myself. My desire to do well was constantly chased with the overwhelming possibility I never would.
For me, school was a place to be social, learn my love of singing and fight with my anxiety for the first two weeks of every school year.