Rice On My Socks

I’ve always liked telling stories in any medium – illustrations, paintings, drawings, and (if needed) words. And that all started with children’s books.

“Rice On My Socks” recounts some of my experiences growing up as a visible minority attending a predominantly Caucasian school. It wasn’t obvious at the time but everyone’s differences unites us, and nothing unites us more than enjoying and celebrating food.

About “Rice On My Socks”

This is a lesson about acceptance, tolerance, and love for food. Sometimes it’s scary to be different. Sometimes it’s scary to not feel like you belong. But some times we can feel united by our differences and can learn from one another through our food and culture.


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