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Photo by Emma Dau on Unsplash. Years ago, I was married to someone whose vehicle was rear-ended on the highway by an African American. I’ll call him the “other driver. (I’ve never been comfortable using the term, “black,” because I was raised not to see color.)

Getting asked questions such as “Why are you still single?” or “Just one?”. Getting invited by couples to lunch but not dinner, outings on weekdays but not weekends, kids’ birthday parties but not movies with grown-ups.