I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

I guess it all depends on whom you ask and when you ask. Race, I've learned, is in the eye of the beholder.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.