Letter to my children - our wall of white privilege
/Dearest beloveds, what a glorious time to be alive. I am going to continue to talk to you about today about what I have been talking about all week.
On our wall we have framed pieces of lace from Great-Grandmother’s many boxes of linen bequeathed to me over the years. Nearly every holiday gathering Baba’s family would do a distribution.
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