I really missed sharing my reflections this past year. My posts were inconsistent. I felt like the past two years had sapped my creativity, I had my performance review and finally had to look over some accomplishments. I want to thank all of my colleagues who shared in my success. We were able to accomplish this together over the past two years:

1. Rodríguez JE, Wusu MH, Anim T, Allen KC, Washington JC. Abolish the Minority Woman Tax! J Women’s Health (Larchmt). 2020 November 20. doi: 10.1089/jwh.2020.8884. Epub ahead of print. PMID: 33216695.
2. Foster KE, Johnson CN, Carvajal DN, Piggott C, Reavis K, Edgoose JYC, Elliott TC, Gold M, Rodríguez JE, Washington JC. Dear White People. Ann Fam Med. 2021 Jan-Feb;19(1):66-69. doi: 10.1370/afm.2634. PMID: 33431395.
3. J, Anim T, Wusu MH, Foster KE, Parra Y, Amaechi O, Allen KC, Rodríguez JE, Campbell KM, Tumin D, Washington J. An Approach to Faculty Development for Underrepresented Minorities in Medicine. South Med J. 2021 Sep;114(9):579-582. doi: 10.14423/SMJ.0000000000001290. PMID: 34480190; PMCID: PMC8389351.
4. Rodríguez, José E., Kendall M. Campbell, and Judy C. Washington. “Dismantling Anti-Black Racism in Medicine.” American Family Physician 104.6 (2021): 555-556.
5. Azza Eissa, Robyn Rowe, Andrew Pinto, George N. Okoli, Kendall M. Campbell, Judy C. Washington, José E. Rodríguez.  Implementing High-Quality Primary Care Through a Health Equity Lens The Annals of Family Medicine Feb 2022, 2785; DOI: 10.1370/afm.2785
6. Oni K, Allen K, Washington J. Prioritize Comprehensive Women’s Health Training, Protect Our Communities. Fam Med. 2022;54(8):658-659. https://doi.org/10.22454/FamMed.2022.203722.
7. Rodriguez, Jose E., Kendall M. Campbell, and Judy C. Washington. “Remove Race as an Initial Identifier From Clinical Presentations Reply.” AMERICAN FAMILY PHYSICIAN 106.2 (2022): 120-121.
8. Rodríguez, J.E., Figueroa, E., Campbell, K.M. et al. Towards a common lexicon for equity, diversity, and inclusion work in academic medicine. BMC Med Educ 22, 703 (2022). https://doi.org/10.1186/s12909-022-03736-6
9. Foster KE, Robles J, Anim T, et al. What Do Underrepresented in Medicine Junior Family Medicine Faculty Value From a Faculty Development Experience? Fam Med. 2022;54(9):729-733. https://doi.org/10.22454/FamMed.2022.895447.
10. Campbell, K. M., Washington, J. C., Baluchi, D., & Rodríguez, J. E. Submit It Again! Learning From Rejected Manuscripts. PRiMER, 6.
11. Black Women & Public Health: Strategies To Name, Locate, And Change Systems Of Power SUNY PRESS, Black Women’s Wellness Book Series (2022) FROM THE INTRODUCTION: Black Women and Public Health: Strategies to Name, Locate, and Change Systems of Power seeks to create an interdisciplinary dialogue that bridges gaps between researchers, practitioners, educators, and advocates. Black women’s work in public health is a regenerative practice. Just as Dr. Anna Julia Cooper wrote in her 1892 essay, “Womanhood: A Vital Element in the Regeneration and Progress of a Race” we look backward, inward, and forward to renew and refresh as we work to improve the quality of life for ourselves and others.     CHAPTER 11 Am I My Sister’s Mentor?: Why Mentoring Underrepresented Minority Medical and Public Health Faculty Can Improve the Health of Black Women. Andrea Anderson, Judy Washington, and Joedrecka S. Brown Speights

Thank you all for giving me the opportunity to collaborate and create.

It has been a long year with so much happening, and once again, I said I was not going to do it this year because we are not having guests over. But a pang of nostalgia and the fear of losing tradition was overwhelming, so  I will make Gumbo again this New Year’s Day. We will also have black-eyed peas with the leftover ham bone from Thanksgiving. The bone was in the freezer. Once again, I must share how this Gumbo came to be. I thought I had a great recipe in a cookbook titled “One of a Kind: Recipes from the Junior League of Mobile.”  I remember taking the cookbook to my husband’s aunt Tommie for her advice on the ingredients. A former New Orleans native and authentic Cajun (her father was from Paris and her mother, African American) known for her Gumbo recipe, guarded like a state secret. She took the book and crossed out (with great emotion) some of the listed ingredients and added no new ones.

I did not know that excellent Gumbo is simple,  just Andouille sausage and lots of shrimp. The secret is the roux and the cooking time. The best okra is frozen, and do not cook it for long. Add the shrimp, and do not overcook. It only takes a few minutes if the Gumbo is hot. That gave me her special recipe, which I continue to make. I realize, though, the actual ingredient is “Love.”  

This year was supposed to be one filled with accomplishment. Who would have predicted a war in Ukraine? We traveled to Indianapolis in May 2022 for the Society of Teachers of Family Medicine meeting. This was the first in-person meeting since December 2019. It was also just before the mask mandate in airports was lifted. At the meeting, I ended two years as the President of the Foundation and a member of the Board. I was emotionally overcome and could barely finish my first in-person Board meeting since March 2020. It was bittersweet to be in Indianapolis. We had planned to spend time with my Uncle Pap, but he died in Indianapolis from COVID in March 2021, just before the widespread COVID vaccine was available.

These past few years have transformed how I deal with colleagues and patients. I am not judgmental, but I am tolerant and understanding of dismissive attitudes about the disease, how it spreads so quickly, and how it has left a trail of death and lasting effects worldwide. When patients say they do not want a Flu shot or the COVID vaccine, I just say it is their choice, but they are putting others at risk. I stop there.

This year also was filled with an unexpected loss. My nephew was killed by a drunk driver, and feeling my sister’s and my brother-in-law’s pain and witnessed their pride and love for their beautiful baby, now grown into an accomplished, award-winning athlete and businessperson, taken from them but forever in their hearts. Their grace and eloquence were unmatched. I would not have been able to hold it together.

We had our own brush with COVID. Thankfully home testing and Paxlovid helped our beloved husband and Father recover. I also attribute the four COVID vaccines he had. My case was also mild. I celebrated my birthday with friends on Broadway. My first time there since March 2020. We saw “The Piano Lesson” and had dinner. We had our usual trip to Ocean City in December and celebrated Roy’s birthday. It was so great to be there. We realized that since Thanksgiving was a week early, we had fewer people there. We did see our family in Baltimore for the first time since 2020.

This was supposed to be a year to celebrate, but we do so with caution. Now realizing that we are old enough to see the people who were our young heroes now dying in their 90s. However, I had the beautiful experience of witnessing the birth of our beautiful grandson (I have known his mother since she was in college, and she adopted me as one of her mothers). He joined his beautiful sister and wonderful parents.

We are now COVID-boosted times three but are still cautious. This is an unpredictable moment in history. Massive snowstorms, extreme temperature fluctuations, drought, and severe weather events. Taking the time to make Gumbo seems appropriate for this moment in history. I need to stir up some love. 2020 ripped my heart into pieces. I am still trying to define what I lost and gained for myself. In 2021, the loss of my uncle was too much, and even now causing my mother sadness. She misses her brother. 2022 was supposed to be the year, but I still wear a mask and no party dresses. I am thankful we are here and am hopeful for 2023. I made significant accomplishments in my new position, published multiple articles, including a book chapter, and saw my mentees marry and accomplish much.

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’ Martin Luther King, Jr.

 “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Eliot

New Year’s is a time of reflection and reconnection to oneself. I always make black-eyed peas for good luck. Once again, my New Year’s commitment is to be a loud voice and advocate. I still plan to get into some “good trouble,” and I know you will join me. We have so much work to do in 2023. I am a descendant of enslaved people who were taken from their homeland and stripped of their names, not their pride. I can trace my roots back to 1840. We must dismantle racism and rebuild trust in our government. We were asked to do that in 2022 and will be asked to do it in 2023.

The year 2022 saw us vote in record numbers, take to the streets to fight for justice, and make history in countless ways. The new year 2023 will require the same from us. Unfortunately for us in healthcare, we will have to deal with surges of COVID and other viral infections and care for all our other patients.

To 2023 and keeping hope alive!!!

“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.” —Oprah Winfrey

According to historical references, Washington State celebrated the nation’s first statewide Father’s Day on June 19, 1910. I had to look this up because a patient I saw yesterday told me that June 19 was his mother’s birthday. He related that she was born on the first Father’s day and now lived to see the first official celebration of Juneteenth. Father’s Day is a time to honor those men who love and support their families. Loving husbands and fathers make a difference during difficult times. The men in my family have been such shining examples of great fathers. My brothers-in-law,  uncles, and cousins are wonderful Dads to their sons and daughters. On Monday mornings, I have a call with my collaborators on a project. One of them always has to wake up his princess and get her to school. It is 6:30 in his time zone. The other is usually driving to work. So we always get an update on the kids. For me, my dads were my many Uncles. They were always there to provide love and support. My stepfather taught me to drive, and though the initial experience was full of drama, I passed the test. I can still merge onto freeways with great ease and respect for semi-truck drivers.   

My husband spent many days taking our son to the Pediatrician alone for shots. It was challenging to get away from my training and, later, the office. He did soccer games, tennis lessons, and all the homework. He was the Book Fair volunteer; he and another Dad would make sure the kids made intelligent book choices. He was the chaperone on the school trips. He made all the visits to the orthodontist for the brace, found the Barber for the haircuts, and scheduled the music lessons. He cooked all our meals and even did the laundry.   I met him a few years after his divorce. After we started dating, I met his son and daughter when they were ages 7 and 8. I decided to put his daughter’s hair in a neater style. She was so cute. Black fathers have been the victim of stereotypes of being absent and uninvolved. They are nothing but that. Despite the challenges they faced during the brutality of being enslaved, they managed to care for their children. After being freed, many sought to find their families. Historically, America has always minimized their success, and they are victims of structural and institutional racism. Yet, they skillfully and lovingly coach their children in all sports. They sometimes choose not to confront teachers, or if they do, it is to prevent their wives from being seen as “angry black women” No, that’s true. I always sent my husband to the school to handle any concerns expressed by the principal. It always worked out well.

So as we celebrate this Father’s day on June 19 and also recognize the first official recognition of Juneteenth as a national holiday, let’s commit to the work of righting history.

Happy Father’s Day!!!!

I was not going to do it this year. With the Omicron variant running rampant, we are not having guests over. However, I made Gumbo again this New Year’s Eve. I could not give into my disappointment. We will also have black-eyed peas with the leftover ham bone from Thanksgiving. The bone was in the freezer. I had what I thought was a great recipe in a cookbook titled “One of a Kind: Recipes from the Junior League of Mobile.”  I remember taking the cookbook to my husband’s aunt Tommie for her advice on the ingredients. A former New Orleans native and authentic Cajun (her father was from Paris and her mother, African American) known for her Gumbo recipe, guarded like a state secret. She took the book and crossed out (with great emotion) some of listed the ingredients and added no new ones.  I did not know that excellent Gumbo is simple. She did not use crab meat, chicken, or the gumbo file but just Andouille sausage and lots of shrimp. The secret is the roux and the cooking time.  The best okra is frozen, and do not cook it long. Add the shrimp, and do not overcook. It only takes a few minutes if the Gumbo is hot. That gave me her special recipe, which I continue to make. I realize though the actual ingredient is “Love.”

The story of my Gumbo is one of loss but also of love. We lost Aunt Tommie from complications of  Alzheimer’s and have lost so many other family members since I acquired her Gumbo recipe. Now, COVID-19 has taken so much from us this past year. I lost my Uncle Pap, and he was like a father to me. I felt so helpless as he died in Indianapolis. The solace came from a nurse who said, “We love Mr. Waldrop and will take good care of him.” No holiday gatherings and the need to keep our families safe. No walks with friends or casual meetings. I realized that for me, this was transforming how I deal with colleagues and patients. Not being judgmental, but I am tolerant and understanding of dismissive attitudes about the disease and how it so easily spread and the fact that it is leaving a trail of death and lasting effects worldwide.

Taking the time to make Gumbo seems appropriate for this moment in history. I need to stir up some love. 2020 ripped my heart into pieces. What I lost and gained I am still trying to define for myself. In 2021 hopefully, those mended pieces of my heart healed, leaving no visible scars. The

“Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into (a) friend.”‘ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Being mindful of and not dismissive of past historical injustices, I made a weighty decision after reading all the information I could get. I took the Pfizer COVID-19 vaccine and completed my third dose. My whole family got vaccinated. It was my responsibility to step up and speak out for science. My goal is to make sure that factual and reliable information is shared and that I can be a voice to listen, inform and support my family, patients, colleagues, and friends as they make their own personal decisions.

 “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Eliot

New Year’s is a time of reflection and reconnection to oneself. I always make black-eyed peas for good luck. My New Year’s commitment is to be a loud voice and advocate. I plan to get into some “good trouble,” and I know that you will all join me. We have so much work to do in 2022. As Black and Indigenous People of Color, we must rebuild trust in our health care system, dismantle racism and rebuild trust in our government. We were asked to do that in 2021, and we will be asked to do it in 2022. The year 2021 saw us vote in record numbers, take to the streets to fight for justice, and make history in countless ways. The new year 2022 will require the same from us. Unfortunately for us in Healthcare, we will have to deal with COVID-19 surges and care for our non-COVID patients.

We must remember to wear our masks and practice social distancing by avoiding indoor gatherings.

To 2022 and keeping hope alive!!!

Happy New Year!

“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.” —Oprah Winfrey

I have been unable to write for the past few months. I had many thoughts, but I could not put them on paper because they were too harsh to express. We are a nation overcome with fear—conspiracy theories about viruses and vaccines. We are being held hostage by those too divisive to understand the need to care for us all. We have not embraced the facts: the need to vaccinate the world: we are not getting back to the old normal: we are now entering a new way of life.

Healthcare has changed, and we need to address the workforce constraints we have created by pricing out those we need and not giving them a fair chance to enter careers in medicine. In addition, medical education is too expensive, making it difficult to enter any health-related career.

Merry Christmas. We are home because my wise mother said weeks ago, do not get on the plane to come here. “ People are acting up in the airports and on the plane.” She was right. The Omicron variant has humbled us. Proving that COVID 19 is unpredictable. When we think we have won the game, it steals bases and scores, pushing it into overtime again. So, thankfully, we played it safe. I texted all my friends, talked to my best friend and called my mother. After that, I will speak with my sisters and other close family and settle into another movie.

Merry Christmas!

I am going to make Gumbo again this New Year’s Day. I have shared this story before. I had what I thought was a great recipe in a cookbook titled “One of a Kind: Recipes from the Junior League of Mobile.” I took the cookbook to our husband’s aunt Tommie for her advice on the ingredients. A former New Orleans native and authentic Cajun (her father was from Paris and her mother, African American) known for her Gumbo recipe, which she guarded like a state secret. She took the book and crossed out (with great emotion) some of listed the ingredients and added no new ones.  I did not know that excellent Gumbo is simple. She did not use crab meat, chicken, or the gumbo file but just Andouille sausage and lots of shrimp. The secret is the roux and the cooking time.  The best okra is frozen, and do not cook it long. Add the shrimp and do not overcook. It only takes a few minutes if the Gumbo is hot. That gave me her special recipe, which I continue to make. I realize though the real ingredient is “Love.”

“Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.” —Oprah Winfrey

The story of my Gumbo is one of loss but also of love. We lost Aunt Tommie from complications of  Alzheimer’s and have lost so many other family members since I acquired her Gumbo recipe. Now, COVID-19 has taken so much from us this past year. No holiday gatherings and the need to keep our families safe. No walks with friends or casual meetings. I realized that for me, this was transforming how I deal with colleagues and patients. Not being judgmental, but I am intolerant of dismissive attitudes about the disease and how it so easily spread, and the fact that it is leaving a trail of death and lasting effects worldwide. I had to face the deep hurt caused by the senseless deaths of unarmed African American males and females and a Black woman physician’s death from COVID that played out in real-time in what can only be racist. Every time I see these videos, I shed tears.  Our cell phone cameras have chronicled these countless moments of injustice. These acts demonstrated the systemic and structural racism in our country that permeates every aspect of our lives as African Americans. Maybe what pushed me over the edge was watching the video of an innocent 14-year old African American teenage male being accused of stealing an iPhone that was later found in an Uber and returned. The horror I felt as I witnessed her tackle him. I became fearful, thinking about what could have happened and thankful it didn’t. Taking the time to make Gumbo seems appropriate for this moment in history. I need to stir up some love. 2020 ripped my heart into pieces. What I lost and gained I am still trying to define for myself.  Hopefully, those mended pieces of my heart will heal, leaving no visible scars.

Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, ‘What are you doing for others?’ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Being mindful of and not dismissive of historical injustices of the past, I made a weighty decision after reading all the information I could get. I took the Pfizer COVID-19 vaccine and will complete my second dose. It was my responsibility to step up and speak out for science. My goal is to make sure that factual and reliable information is shared and that I can be a voice to listen, inform and support my family, patients, colleagues, and friends as they make their own personal decisions. As one of only 5 % of African American physicians in the US, I must do my part.

 “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Eliot

New Year’s is a time of reflection and reconnection to one’s self. I always make black-eyed peas for good luck. My New Year’s commitment is to be a loud voice and advocate. I plan to get into some “good trouble,” and I know that you will all join me. We have so much work to do in 2021. Together the community of Black, Indigenous, and People of Color, we must rebuild trust in our health care system, dismantle racism and rebuild trust in our government. We were asked to do that in 2020, and we will be asked to do it in 2021. The year 2020 saw us vote in record numbers, take to the streets to fight for justice, and make history in countless ways. The new year 2021 will require the same from us. Unfortunately for us in Healthcare, we will have to deal with COVID-19 surges and try to care our non-COVID patients.

We must remember to wash our hands, wear our masks and practice social distancing by avoiding indoor gatherings.

Happy New Year!

This Holiday season has been different. In our waiting room, socially distanced, we gave our staff gifts quickly after lunch and then went back to work.   I miss walking with my friends, but I feel it is my responsibility to keep them safe.   So many people have lost their lives this year. To do my part to protect everyone, I continue to stay home except for going to work or food shopping, wear my mask, and to social distance.

I feel that the past 4 years, especially this entire year, have not been the best on record, but there have been bright spots that have been uplifting and have kept me resilient. I have mentees in medical school, residency programs, and even accepted into dental school.  We have submitted and have accepted and published articles in major journals about mentoring URM faculty, addressing racism, and abolishing minority taxes. Our URM mentoring programs have been recognized and supported. I am awed by the lives we are touching and the contributions they will make. 

We launched the Underrepresented in Medicine Initiative through The Society of Teachers Of Family Medicine. It started as a 2-year fundraising initiative, which was successful. The STFM Foundation Underrepresented in Medicine (URM) Campaign aims to increase resources and support for URM faculty, URM community teachers, and URM medical students and residents going into academic family medicine. The pandemic revealed the need to increase URM in the healthcare workforce and in academic medicine.  I choose to give to the STFM Foundation not only because I am President but because, for the past 20 years, the organization has provided me a place for mentorship and networking. The team that I am a part of is talented, committed and amazing.  The URM Initiative has four focus area:

Mentorship

1. Create opportunities for developing meaningful relationships that lead to career advancement and leadership 
2. Develop mentors who have the skills to help URM students, residents, and faculty improve resiliency, satisfaction, and retention

Leadership

1. Increase the percentage of URM family medicine faculty in leadership positions 
2. Raise awareness of the structural barriers to URM achievement

URM Faculty Pipeline

1. Increase the percentage of URM students and URM family medicine residents with an interest in teaching
2. Increase the percentage of URM family medicine faculty
3. Increase the percentage of URM community preceptors who receive resources to improve their teaching skills

Scholarship

1. Increase the percentage of URM students, residents, and faculty who have the skills to produce scholarly research

https://www.stfm.org/foundation/foundationtrustees/foundationtrustees

https://www.stfm.org/foundation/urm/

https://www.stfm.org/foundation/brightlights/overview/

“Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.” — Martin Luther King Jr

I have such great memories of Thanksgiving. Always filled with food, and all of us packed into my grandparent’s home and later into my aunt’s home. It started when my parents divorced. We lived in my grandparent’s house until my mother and uncle moved into a place not far away. Later my mother would move us miles away, and that meant after our dinner, we would drive to my grandparents. We would start eating again—cake and pies at my aunt’s home. You see, my grandfather had acres of land, and my aunts had homes on that land. So, they all were within walking distance. We were and still are a close multigenerational family because my grandparents had ten children- my aunts and uncles. That meant so many cousins. COVID-19 meant the cancellation of our Giddens-Arrington Family Reunion.

So, my mother spent Thanksgiving with my sister. There are four of us. One sister and her husband got up early and brought  Thanksgiving dinner to his mother and mine. My mother also was cooking. My younger sister and her husband stayed home and grilled steaks while their son, my 12-year-old 5’9, 170 lb. nephew, was having chicken. My mother says one aunt is in Georgia with her son, and he forbade the rest of his siblings to come. My uncle is back home in Indianapolis, and my one aunt was cooking, but her daughter was picking up food. My sister, who cooked and delivered food, was back home and settled in.

My mother refused to go back home with my sister. She wants to be safe. She says that all the churches are closed. My aunt’s minister said he would remain virtual because he does not want to preach any unnecessary funerals. He is a chaplain at one of the hospitals.

We are not traveling. Not going to Baltimore and canceled our trip for our vacation. My husband’s cousin usually makes a fantastic dinner, and we have been going there for years. There will be just the three of us for Turkey dinner. This pandemic has changed how my family is celebrating. We will not be traveling for Christmas; I am working that week. This isolation is so hard for all of us, but I think it is tough on my family. We can turn any day into a family reunion. Our goal is to keep everyone safe for when we can have our reunion in Birmingham. We must protect those we cherish.

Stay safe.  Wear a mask.

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.” — Maya Angelou

My mother calls me every Saturday morning.  Last week, I missed the call because I was finally taking some time to clean my home. For the past few weeks, I have been having meetings on Zoom or working.

She asked as she always does,” are you working today”? No, I’m not working. I’m cleaning the house, so I missed your call. I was downstairs putting some clothes in the washer.”

“ How are you doing?” “I’m fine. I didn’t want to bother you because I knew that you had been working too much. I just wanted to check in to see how you were doing. Your uncle is going back to his home on Friday. Your cousin is coming to pick him up. He says he needs to get home to take care of some business. You know I think he was lonely.”

Of course, he is lonely. It’s challenging for older people at this time because they are so isolated from their families. It must have been terrible for him to be home with no one to talk to. She reminded me that he was still working at the age of 89.  The pandemic forced him home.  He’s been calling his sisters every day, sometimes two and three times a day. My mother and my two aunts are the older sisters.  They are all over 80, and two of them are over 90.  They are among the funniest and smartest women I know.  So that translates into up to nine touches with them each day. So many people don’t have such a close-knit family.  We are fortunate. 

My mother called again today to wish me a happy birthday and a blessed year.  I told her it will be after Tuesday.  She said, don’t worry because I just told God he has to answer my prayer.  She said she has been praying every day.  She talked to a friend who says she will leave the US and my mother asked to go with her.  I couldn’t imagine her not being here, but I can totally understand.  Besides, I can’t travel to see her anyway, and if I could, I would like it to be a great place. She deserves it.

I am holding my breath.  Four years ago, I was so sure of a victory, but this year, I am not because there are so many factors that can cause this to go wrong.  I am mourning the supreme court loss, the loss of federal court judges, the environment, trust in our government, and plain old honesty and decency.  This has been a tough four years. Whatever the outcome, we have to put ourselves together and recommit to the fight.

 “A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” Charles Dickens

“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within,” Baldwin wrote in his best-selling 1963 novel The Fire Next Time.

So, now it is the “Third Wave”. For many of us, all we can remember is the first wave because we have not stopped. We have been seeing patients, especially infants, and young children, to make sure they are immunized. The rest of the time, we have been seeing patients and rushing to get them in for physicals and routine screenings while we had the chance. Also, we have been pushing flu shots. I personally got my physical, flu shot, and lab work. I am also taking some time off. It is time. I found myself raising my voice and really pushing back. We must realize that we are in this for the long haul. There are no short cuts. We have committed ourselves to this path. I wished we could change it, but by this week, I told my boss that prayer was ok, but we need to have common sense and be proactive, not reactive. It just came gushing out. Maybe it was my frustration.

I am preparing for this fight. For election day, I have a face shield and mask. I know what you think, but we are going to vote in-person. I want there to be a line so I can witness firsthand people exercising their right to vote. For me, it is a path paved in blood, so I must be there. I have not missed voting in 45 years. I just like the idea of pulling that lever, especially in these trying times. I find myself humming songs like “Precious Lord Take My Hand,” “What’s Going On,” and “The Greatest Love of All.” I feel like the souls of all my ancestors are just pushing me forward. I may be sharing too much.

Getting back to this “Third Wave,” I am just measuring my strength, finding my place, and deciding my contribution. I feel like I put it all out there, and all I have now is the knowledge I gained. Will that be enough? We have rounded the corner, but we are now heading up the long hill and hoping that it plateaus.

“Not everything that is faced can be changed; but nothing can be changed until it is faced,” Baldwin wrote in a 1962 essay for The New York Times.