If someone told me that I would become the type of person who would go snowshoeing in rural Japan to see the mountains, I would have laughed. Yet there I was, my boots dragging through the layers of ...
It is 8:55 on a beautiful, sun-dappled Tuesday morning in Southwest Atlanta. In the hush of morning light, a group of Black women — ranging from their 50s to their 80s — gather in a circle to stretch, ...
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