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    Lately, I’ve had a major epiphany about food and the way society treats it. Food is the ultimate necessity …

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    The drive to work this morning felt less like a commute and more like an altar call. I had shuffled …

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    Reclaiming Nourishment: Rethinking Relationship with Food

    Reclaiming Nourishment: Rethinking Relationship with Food

    Lately, I’ve had a major epiphany about food and the way society treats it. Food is the ultimate necessity of life, yet somehow, it’s morphed into a…

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    Have I Been Holding the Gas Can All Along?

    Have I Been Holding the Gas Can All Along?

    The drive to work this morning felt less like a commute and more like an altar call. I had shuffled my playlist to prep for the drive,…

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    I Ask Myself, “What If the Failure Was the Lesson?”

    I Ask Myself, “What If the Failure Was the Lesson?”

    Building a system that shields you from life’s chaos is a journey I’ve lived through personally, and I want to be completely transparent about it. Transparency builds trust. So here is mine.

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    Black Heritage Awareness: Moving Beyond One Month of Celebration

    Black Heritage Awareness: Moving Beyond One Month of Celebration

    As we just passed Black History Month, I’ve been reflecting on how we view and celebrate Black history. We tend to call it “Black History,” but it’s…

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    If Celebration Is Confined To A Calendar Slot, Does It Unintentionally Limit the Narrative?

    If Celebration Is Confined To A Calendar Slot, Does It Unintentionally Limit the Narrative?

    In that moment, I acknowledged my fear. I hesitated to repost the video because I knew my perspective would not align with the collective. Posting it would mean stepping into that tension publicly. It would mean naming what feels unfinished. That made me nervous. Not because I doubt what I believe, but because I understand that questioning the familiar can feel disruptive, even in small circles.

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