There’s a particular kind of sigh that so many Black women know well. You prolly just took it! You know the one, a sigh that comes from deep in the chest, somewhere between exhaustion and endurance. It’s the sound of holding so much. Responsibility, family, community, grief, excellence, fear, hope AND still showing up. For generations, we’ve been asked to carry more than any one person should. And yet we keep moving, keep giving, keep loving, keep holding it all together. As

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