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As naïve as it may sound, when I was growing up, I believed that racism was a thing in the past. My grandmother, a Jehovah’s Witness, who practically raised me until I was 11 or 12, taught me to love all people regardless of their differences. In many ways, this message was echoed by my mother and father. During my pre-teens and teenage years, I attended racially and ethnically diverse middle and...

1 June 2020 Over my career, I have sat in spaces with many people in moments of grief. From counseling to housing, these professional experiences have often kept me proximate to pain felt from grief and loss. In these moments people are living through their hardest of moments, yearning for any release they could find from the pain resting within their bodies. It is guttural and the most human and...