No wonder so many women of my mother’s and grandmother’s generations are physically ill; these women who are the bedrock of their respective families have cracked and fissured. Their foundations crumble and they become sick from years, decades even, of standing and bending and folding and cooking and shouldering without a second thought—an automatic erasure of self, self-worth, health, and longevity, like the bedding planes eroded by seeping water.
