Phoebe--half Jamaican, half French-Canadian--hates her school nickname of 'French Toast.' So she is mortified when, out on a walk with her Jamaican grandmother, she hears a classmate shout it out at her. To make things worse, Nan-Ma, who is blind, wants an explanation of the name. How can Phoebe describe the color of her skin to someone who has never seen it? 'Like tea, after you've added the milk,' she says. And her father? 'Like warm banana bread.' And Nan-Ma herself? She is like maple syrup poured over...well