I suffered a flare-up of the ever-familiar
fueled and fanned by the never far away question
“Do I even have a voice to call my own?”
Having spent my life as a teacher,
a daughter –
having written plenty of personal histories
been a freelance graphic designer helping folks look good in print
edited books penned by other women
now stitching Nancy’s drawings,
I can’t help but wonder:
do I lose my voice by giving other women their voice?
Is my voice one of back-up,
Is that as good as it gets for me?
My maternal grandmother made biscuits from scratch three times a day.
Folks devoured them enthusiastically (even when cold)
and praised her name with reverence and awe.
Do I have anything original and worthwhile to say from scratch?
Having almost finished In Our Own Language 3 (shown in photos above),
I begin stitching In Our Own Language 4.
95 drawings made in November 2012
in which Nancy wrote her name
then covered it up,