“Unveiling Identity: How Names Bind Us in Kate Lu Sedor’s Captivating Exploration”
In my final year of high school, I entered a national contest celebrating young artists under the age of eighteen. Several months after submitting entries for fiction writing and photography, I found out I had won honors for both. It seems like such a small thing now, over a decade later, but at the time, the prizes felt like proof that someone who looked like me — someone with my name — could be an artist. I thought that recognition from a group of mostly white judges anointed me in a way, made me fit to ascend to the ranks of those great, mostly white writers whose books I’d read in school.
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