My wife and I are a multiracial couple. She’s Black. I’m White. Our 4-year-old son is biracial.
Most of the Jewish kids I knew growing up partook in a handful of familiar traditions during the holiday season: light their menorahs, eat latkes and jelly doughnuts and play dreidel. In my house, the traditions were very similar, except we sometimes swapped Cuban-style malanga fritters for potato pancakes.