Sign of the Time
Ten minutes. One spiral. A deeper look.
I thought cursive was dead, confined to rarefied, private, and historical spaces. But it is still taught in some public schools, present just long enough for the children to decide it no longer matters.
In this spiral:
The quiet class signifier hidden within the loop of a letter.
Decoding the women in my lineage through the architecture of their handwriting.
Why my kids believe they no longer need a signature to say I am here (legal ramifications be damned).