Some of my oldest memories are moments of making, of “women’s work”, of learning how to sew, cross-stitch, knit, and french knot from my mother, Nana T and Nana M. I remember it being a special thing I did with the women in my family. Even then, I knew I was learning skills that had been passed down from generation to generation and to hold the work with a kind of reverence. I remember heads bowed over a project, crowns almost touching as I learned whatever skill was being offered.