How I Talk to My Mother
We share a weakening grasp on a native language, and this is something that ties us together.
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A quilt made by my great-grandmother became a life preserver when I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
“Not thinking about these things doesn’t make them go away. So, instead, I choose to look. It is staring into a dim room and letting my eyes adjust to the dark.”