I didn't think it was possible to read a story that mirrored mine so very closely, right down to the new fear that our broken hearts will surely fail any day now. Tears streamed down my face while I read this, as I suspected they would.
I didn't think it was possible to read a story that mirrored mine so very closely, right down to the new fear that our broken hearts will surely fail any day now. Tears streamed down my face while I read this, as I suspected they would.
Beautifully written, thoughtful and engaging portrait of what it means to be an Indigenous woman in 2023. In a short span of time Helen Knott lost her mother and her grandmother. She reflects here on her journey to reconcile with the loss, to find her tears and her scream, to make space for herself and her loved ones, and to figure out her place as a woman free of the constraints of societal and colonial expectations.
"Mortality is a thing housed in the bodies of the women I love."