When I was growing up, there was no Derek Jeter or Tiger Woods or Mariah Carey or Halle Berry. And there certainly was no Barack Obama. I grew up privileged and sheltered, so I would never complain about my upbringing, but there were certainly times when it was difficult being biracial in a world where everyone else seemed to have a label to call their own. Some of the issues were simply confusing -- like wondering which box to check on a form, black or white? Others were painful -- like having to explain why you don't look like your mother.