Ah, Greeks, they do love to assume…I haven’t a drop of anything Mediterranean or Middle Eastern, but still…I LOOK Greek. So I have to come out as “I am not Greek.” Otherwise, it is the strangers talking to you in Greek thing. Generations ago, there was a mixed race marriage in my heritage. Back before Native Americans had things called birth certificates, love won and an English-Irish married a Native American (we cannot prove what tribe). So we have this tiny thread still. Even in my kids, 6 generations later, you can see the mixing. Here are the olive skinned ones, and here are the porcelain whites. Some people go on about how much my kids look alike. Others ask if any are adopted.

In the end, everyone needs to stop caring where we came from and start caring who we are.