Mariel had been told that she’d been born white as wedding-cake frosting, but she wasn’t white anymore.  Mariel被告知，她出生时是白色的，就像婚礼蛋糕糖霜一样，但她不再是白人了。 She looked down at her hands and saw the yellow collected on her fingers like she had been playing with corn flour. It was the yellow of a fall leaf, of tarnished golden crowns, of pestilence, and … Continue reading Out Damned Yellow! Out I Say; The Key is Acceptance, Not Cure