Let me set the stage properly so that Y’all understand the level of crisis we’re dealing with. I am a Black woman. I am a germaphobe. And I do not believe in god. Which means when I tell you that I have found myself whispering prayers, chants, affirmations, and whatever else my spirit can cobble [...]

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