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When Things are Black and White: 3 Ways to Make a Difference in a Diverse Society by Anthony Woodside, Guest Writer

As a first-generation Black American, I’ve always had a strange relationship with this country. Neither one of my parents were born here - my mother was born and raised in Jamaica, and my father, the Bahamas - and yet they chose to come here, of all the places in the world. I would not exist if it was not for America, and I grew up hearing about how great this country was. A wonderful melting pot for folks of all races, colors, and creeds. My time in the Boy Scouts of America only increased my sense of patriotism. By the time I achieved the rank of Eagle Scout, I was fully Americanized, with no hint of an island accent and a great love for my home country. As I studied history, my relationship with this country became complicated, and the more I learned about what had been omitted in my high school history lessons, the more I grew conflicted, disgusted, and appalled. Not only at America’s actions across the world as an imperial hegemonic power, but in particular, at the country’s treat

(Re)Learning to Cope: 5 Simple Life Lessons the Coronavirus Epidemic Reminded Me About

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels   If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you once weren’t coping well with the coronavirus epidemic.   I get that.   When COVID first started, I didn’t take it seriously. I was part of the problem. I thought because I was young and lived in an area not highly affected by the disease, that I could live normally.   I went out with coworkers. I sat close to my friends. I ate out. I went shopping without a mask.   Once I learned how I could contaminate someone high risk, that asthma made me high risk, that I knew people who had the disease or lost someone to it, and that pets could get it, I took COVID-19 seriously.   Too seriously.   With borderline personality disorder (BPD), I go from extremes to extremes. Think pendulum style mood swings. I was scared to leave my room without a mask. I didn’t want anyone to breathe by my dog. I worked from home and went a month at a time without leaving. I even kept dishes in my room that only I used.   Yeah, paranoid.   I