In 1973, I was in sewing class in seventh grade and having a miserable time. I couldn’t sew and wasn’t interested in learning.
For the first time in my life, I was failing a subject in school, a fact that dragged on my frail sense of identity and self-worth. I felt like an outcast among geniuses who were easily making pillowcases, skirts, blouses. I would never catch up.
