I see the carefully chosen varied blank journals of Terry's mother as her mother's way of handing her daughter the baton. It is her legacy, her inheritance, her imperative to give voice to her mother and all of those (so many) who cannot speak.
I think of my grandmother who was one of the first women to get a masters in bio-chemistry (but who did not practice her discipline) whose presence in our lives was mostly critical, negative, and full of judgment (we were the children of her shamefully divorced son)
I wrote letters to her briefly when I was young. Her letters back to me were so mysteriously full of joy, affirmation, andInterest.... (If only she had kept a journal!)
When we speak, we speak for not only ourselves...but also for others who for some reason cannot
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