Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmotherβs 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: βI canβt grow you up. You canβt grow me up. (underlined) Adulthood canβt be outsourced. (end underline) Each of us needs to do it on our own β by accepting and moving through clean pain. Nor can I force you to grow up. (underlined) You β and I, and everyone else β have to do it willingly. (end underline)β /end id]



















