Tiny Stitches for Big Feelings
It’s difficult to enter an anxiety spiral while cross-stitching. Believe me, I’ve tried.
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I had not been erased by the violence I’d suffered, but was changed by it. A new, difficult layer had been added to my life.
My mother described the Rembrandt paintings as her friends. I'd never heard anyone talk about art that way, instilling it with something like a personhood of its own.
Yet, my same racial mutability also poses a threat: “How can you identify a ‘them’ if it can pass for an ‘us’?”