Learning Chinese is as easy as one, two, three — or yi, er, san — in Grandfather Counts, this week’s HapaMama Summer Reading pick.

Asian Fusion Family and Food
By Grace
By Grace
By Grace
By Grace
By Grace
By Grace
My earliest memory of racism occured when I was only about four years old. I was sitting on a slide at a park in the Midwestern town where my parents were graduate students. My mother and father must have been across a field at the picnic tables, when a group of young men — probably in their teens or twenties — came by and made “ching chong” noises at me.
By Grace
By Grace