That I think about slavery every day. And have for as long as I can remember. Every time I look into my eyes, big and brown like Harriet’s and Sojourner’s and the thousands whose names I’ll never know. Every time I write my own name, “Allen” isn’t native to Jamaica.
Read MoreAcross America People Are Transcending Color Lines to Become Family. This is a look beyond the faces. From a half black, half white native New Yorker who loves peanut butter and is way too big for boxes. Here's to epic love and open hearts.