Body of Mind
Published by the Rutgers Institute for Research on Women
Rejoinder, Issue 3: The Stranger Within
It didn’t make sense to me, that dad could love a painting of mom but not love mom.
The portrait was the first thing you saw when you walked into his bedroom—a woman with short black hair, nude, with her weight resting on the windowsill behind her. A few times—whenever I had forgotten the answer—I asked my dad if he had painted it and if the woman was mom. The answer—yes and yes—still confounds me...
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The portrait was the first thing you saw when you walked into his bedroom—a woman with short black hair, nude, with her weight resting on the windowsill behind her. A few times—whenever I had forgotten the answer—I asked my dad if he had painted it and if the woman was mom. The answer—yes and yes—still confounds me...
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