By: Jamelia Hand In the late 1980s, I used to walk to the local gas station with a friend to play the lottery for her mother. She would send us with a note and a few dollars, trusting the cashier to let us play her “numbers.” At the time, I didn’t think much of it. In fact, it felt like just another neighborhood errand. It was normalized- an everyday activity for adults in the community, with children occasionally caught in the fold. Looking back, I realize how early exposure

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Today, on Native American Heritage Day, we pause to honor the rich history, cultural gifts, and resilience of Indigenous peoples. While...

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By Jamelia Hand C.E.O Recently, I received an abrupt email informing me that my medical provider would be closing all locations. There...

By Jamelia Hand C.E.O The first time I witnessed my own father overdose, I was alone with him. I remember feeling terrified, helpless,...