When I was a little girl, I was embarrassed to bring leftovers to school for lunch. My mom’s cooking looked and smelled so different from everyone else, I felt the need to hide the food I loved so I could fit in. “Rice On My Socks” is a story about acceptance, tolerance and love through food. It was originally written as an essay, then a poem, and then finally a children’s picture book since it captured a pinnacle moment — or moments — of my own childhood.
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
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