Tolerance and the security of Being.
The following is from a series of musings on trauma, memory, community, and place. The introduction to the series and beginning essay [link] explains the purpose of this month of entries.
I remember my neighborhood was pretty diverse growing up.
For this I am incredibly thankful.
I don’t mean to say this made it easier for a transracial adoptee.
Because it didn’t.
I mean to say this made me aware that there was something outside of the dominant cultural mode.
At least on a subconscious level.
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