My friend died & I’m questioning everything

Last week, on Monday morning, with my cup of warm oat milk in hand, I slid the back door open and cozied up on the padded cushion sitting atop the woven espresso patio furniture from Overstock.

I typically allow myself about five minutes on Instagram, but something pulled me to check Facebook; maybe because I’d posted a chat I had with my friend, Lacey, about her experience as a black woman in America.

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