Rebecca ArthurUn-SuturingI’ve come to realize, in the very moments of writing these sentences, that I’m an American…Nov 5, 2019Nov 5, 2019
Rebecca ArthurThe Drawing BoardMy white mother filled our home with books that contained images of Black people, collected dolls that resembled my siblings and I, and…Oct 7, 2019Oct 7, 2019
Rebecca ArthurThe Inception of IdentityA 10 year old me never had the capacity to imagine going to Paris, let alone moving here. I always had an a imagination for miles, but…Oct 3, 2019Oct 3, 2019