My girls and I saw Frida Kahlo’s exhibit this summer, on her birthday coincidentally. Naturally, it had me thinking about the power and complexity of a woman and its connection to why I speak so loudly about generational trauma. It led me into reflection of a mother’s desperate desire to teach her child every big and little thing she possibly can while erasing parts of history where monsters stir, even before it happens to them. Yet trauma, it’s carried like a crest through the generations.