#MyLovingDay: My black father from the midwest and my white mother from California had a five-year relationship in the 70s. For my first two years, we lived in an apartment on Haight Street in San Francisco. The Haight-Ashbury district is known as the birthplace of hippie counterculture, and while my parents weren’t hippies, my little family reflected the growing intermixture of race, class and culture. My parents weren’t the perfect couple and they didn’t stay together. But they chose each other in love, and they made me.

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Haight Street apartment, 1977
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April, 2016

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