I remember the day Chloe asked, "Mom, are you black and is Daddy, white... so, what am I?" This took the oxygen completely out of my lungs. She was three years old. You see, earlier that morning our family attended her preschool's Christmas program. Her classmates noticed that her family looked different from theirs so they became curious and wanted to know why. To this day, I wish I could have been with Chloe as her classmates inquired. (I wish I could have been there to console her, to go through the moment with her.) This is why I wrote Chloe's Curls, to answer my daughter's question. She...