
Being a little bit familiar with my African roots I liked the way Phyllis Alesia Perry took me back in time through a different route. She took me by way of Lizzie's mind. A mind needing or starving to come to grips with the past in order to live in the present. At times Lizzie's journey frightened me as it did her parents and friends. Still, I was magnetized by this girl to woman's life. I also think this is a coming of age story.
I entered so many worlds unfamiliar to me. Lizzie lived in a mental institution for fourteen years or more. Through her life I had a glimpse of what it's like to try and communicate with doctors. I could see the importance of writing a journal when you feel so misunderstood even by the most intelligent people in society.
Most of all I could see the relief it brings to put a "name" to any emotional or physical pain experienced. In Lizzie's life a priest is the one who gives a name to all that she has experienced for years. He used the important tool of listening. At the same time, he gave her the gift of a word, stigmata. Perhaps, no one had ever really listened to Lizzie. After all, if you are labeled as crazy and suicidal people think you can say nothing of importance. While being visible you are really invisible to parents, aunts, doctors and society.
But what Lizzie experiences is very visible. There are the marks on her body. There is the storytelling appliqued quilt and an old diary. There are also visions. I also picked this book because of my love of quilts. Quilts are the fabrics of a past story from a true person's life.
In Stigmata, a question is asked about time. Is time nonlinear or circular? Through reading about Lizzie's life we can draw our personal conclusions. I do know my answer. Now that I am older I see time as circular. I find myself journeying back to my childhood involuntarily. I find myself rethinking choices already made. I have come to believe if time is circular than it is a wonderful teaching tool because what I did yesterday is useful for a better tomorrow.

