Between Mama’s Knees collapses the spaces where a woman’s body belongs: the places where matrilineal stories are handed down to be carried in and on our bodies, with the pain and pleasure of these exchanges and transformations. Muscle memories remember the spine of a kitchen chair holding and supporting the weight of the body in intimate moments of sharing, ritual, and intimacy, like sitting between your mama’s knees as she tends to your tangles and braids an exquisite armor.