Picture courtesy of blackgirlspeaks.me This post was not on our regularly scheduled program of topics. However, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve felt a pull deep down in my spirit to acknowledge my village (and when the Spirit moves, well…). It could be because I’m hitting that mid-semester wall and could really use the comfort of my bestie, a 1705 couch, and a glass of moscato (or chocolate wine). It might be that I spent time with my mom this weekend and she really helped put some things in perspective for me. Or it could be the fact that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all of the things that are dangers to Black folks in America and how quickly I could lose any one of the people closest to me because of that. Whatever the case may be, I’ve felt compelled. So here it goes.
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