I come from a long line of functional artists, domestics, and earth workers. Every family home I visited as a child had loads of quilts and handmade furniture, an iron pot, a garden, and a story. Until this day, I sit at the feet of my family “griots” to hear about the legacies and histories of my kinfolk. I am privileged to be a Black woman in this country that knows where her people come from. But there is one history in my family that is never talked about. In fact, may even be non-existent. There is one legacy I have been determined to re-create for myself since I started a family of my...