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When I say that I am a mysterious woman, I don’t mean it in a personality description kind of way.
I’m talking about my ethnicity.
In fact, when presented with those occasional forms where you’re asked to check a box that best categorizes race, well, I’m often a little confused.
My mother is from the Philippines. Her mother’s maiden name was “Ramos” — perhaps as a result of 300-plus years of Spanish rule in the Philippines — and she had long, auburn tresses that contrasted with her dark, olive-colored skin.
My father’s side — with “Mullins” for a surname — came to the U.S. via Ellis Island, all the way from County Tipperary, Ireland with the freckles and the red hair to prove it.
After I married an Italian man — Sicilian to be exact — with Okie-Bakersfield roots, well, just imagine what a wonderful cultural melting pot our two sons represent.
So when Taboo, a.k.a. Jaime...
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