This little girl recreated photos of indomitable black women for Black History Month

My five year old daughter, Lola, is in Kindergarten. Understanding that Black History is not something that would necessarily be given much priority at that age, and knowing my daughter's love of playing dress up, I set out to make learning black history fun for her…

Starting February 1, we recreated a photo of an inspiring, indomitable black woman, and talk about her legacy!

Family photo fun time with an international blended family of six

This set of photos from Maine-based Justine Johnson Photography celebrates a blended family of AWESOME: Manya and Brian live in Kenya with their four kiddos. These two were both divorced when they met, and happily joined her two daughters and his two sons together. When the six of them were altogether visiting grandparents in Maine last summer they decided to round up the gang for photos — and here's what they came away with.

I was born multi-racial and didn't realize it until I was 6

As an adult I find myself faced with the issue of race every day — I never know what to check when I'm filling out any kind of official form. The truth is, if it were not for my mother's words I'd be incredibly frustrated by the situation. Instead, the idea that I belong to the human race is the foundation of my upbringing, and I realize that I cannot be easily defined by what my skin looks like.

Thoughts and considerations when trying to raise a proud Tlingit daughter

My husband and daughter are Alaska Native; they are Tlingit. I am an even blend of nearly all things considered Caucasian. In our home we tend to embrace the Tlingit culture stronger than anything else, because, frankly, it's so much more interesting than the average middle-class white-girl way that I grew up. The greatest thing about being a hybrid family is that we can choose what's wonderful about being Tlingit. We love hunting, gathering, beautiful Tlingit art, the fantastic jewelry and Tlingit dance.

Would you call my daughters "black and white twins?"

My own daughters, whose in-utero nicknames were Roomba and Scooba, were born late in September that same year. But it didn't occur to me until a few months ago that they, too, could be considered "black and white twins." Scooba is as pale as I am, while Roomba is perhaps only a shade lighter than her father.