Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
[id: black text on a white background, the parts of it that are underlined have a thin, red line underneath it. the text reads: “I can’t grow you up. You can’t grow me up. (underlined) Adulthood can’t be outsourced. (end underline) Each of us needs to do it on our own — by accepting and moving through clean pain. Nor can I force you to grow up. (underlined) You — and I, and everyone else — have to do it willingly. (end underline)” /end id]
