Frida Kahlo and My Left Leg is not a linear narrative, it circles back to loss--both Rapp Black and Kahlo are amputees--but the the loss here is not that simple.
If it’s true that for daughters growing up in a patriarchal culture, there is a feeling of having to choose between being empowered and being loved, I had chosen the loneliness of empowerment.
Mother wound: aisle five.
Because there we were: three athletic young men dressed in tight, turquoise blue wet suits with black trimmed gills ‘n all, helmets with shark fins protruding from our heads, and wraparound mirror eyewear.
Because there we were: three athletic young men dressed in tight, turquoise blue wet suits with black trimmed gills ‘n all, helmets with shark fins protruding from our heads, and wraparound mirror eyewear.
I have spent so long trying to gauge my boss’s taste, making recommendations and edits based on what I think she wants to see, that I have no idea what to tell people when they ask me what I’m hungry for.
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