Seeing Myself in My Mother’s Addiction

“When I was in kindergarten, she made me clothes and matching accessories by hand. I was the object of adoration for many years because Mom always went above and beyond when dressing her little princess. Mom grew up poor and told herself, ‘No white people will ever look at my children like dirty Indian kids.’ Those are good memories. But the memories of my mom shape-shifted into something else entirely for a period of time.”

Helen Knott – The Walrus – December 2019


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