IN THE BEGINNING ...

There was a girl from Connecticut. She had red hair and freckles, burned easy and thus always smelled like SPF. She celebrated things like Christmas, the easter bunny and St. Patty's day. She spoke broken spanish from the days of AP class with Senora Hughes. She had a large, crazy family ... she always imagined she'd meet her prince charming in the form of someone else with most of these qualities. Not because she liked the qualities, but because that's mostly who she met. Maybe, having moved to LA, he would hide the matzo instead of eggs.

How wrong she was ... cue magical music as we cut to present day where I sit typing away in my Cali apartment.

My man is Indian. He's all the things I've ever wanted ... blah blah blah ... he also comes with an entirely new culture to learn. So this is my journey as I try to figure out these muddy waters we call "the melting pot" but I lovingly refer to as "my plan to have a mixed race baby."