I have been thinking a lot the last few days especially about Black women--both about how much strength is required to be a Black woman in this world (historically, and still today), and also about how much I have learned from the Black women in my own world. How much I have been loved by them. How much sisterhood I’ve been granted, whether I deserved it, or not. And though many of these women know of their importance to me personally, I’ve also been thinking about why I haven’t spoken more about them in the spaces I control--how without intending to, I may have silenced their part of my own story. Today, that changes.
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