I'm an older Asian-American female so you'd think I would feel trepidation about walking around lately, given all the publicity about violence against older Asian-American females. But though I live in New Mexico, a state which has the worst property and violent crime rate in the country according to some measures, I don't feel any more threatened than usual. When we started to hear that wearing face masks could prevent transmitting Covid-19, I resisted at first. I felt like I stood out because I was used to thinking of face masks as an urban Japanese thing. Now that wearing face masks is de rigueur, I feel like wearing a face mask makes me slightly anonymous. Which is laughable, because several times now I've run into friends in stores who have no problem recognizing me with a mask on! Early on in the pandemic, my mom, aunt, and cousin all sent me face masks they sewed themselves. Each piece of fabric has a story attached, and when I wear them I feel protected and loved. Being an older Asian-American woman is splendid! More positives than negatives. 10/10 would do it again.
April 18, 2021
In the past week, I felt the presence of those who have gone before me - holding me in their firmness and strength. I have been thinking about how they taught me to be who I am and be responsible and steady during this pandemic time. And just knowing that has given me resolve that it is possible, and that I do not need to be swayed by the wind from one day to the next when faced with case numbers rising or irresponsible political management at the national level. I wanted to capture that strength and idea of being a conduit, of being a connected system for myself and my family - even during this time of isolation. A tree with roots in the ground, a leaf with veins stretching out from base to tip, or the veins that course through me.
August 14, 2020