Black Lives Matter
The past few weeks have been tough (for lack of a better word) and I spent the majority of the weekend going back and forth on whether or not to even write this post.
I was very sheltered growing up. My parents protected my brother and me from the evils of the world by creating a care-free bubble where we were happy, loved and most of all safe. Despite the fact that I’m as multinational as they…
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