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As we shared last month, Joscelyn Reed has joined our content and curriculum writers team. She’s a brilliant Black human, and we’re honored she’s chosen to join the B is for Black Brilliance movement.

We’re already learning so much from her journey and life. This month, she’s writing her first blog with us.

Check out the blog to get her wisdom for you, brilliant (and busy as heck!) abolitionist caregiver, and your kids. Read along as she shares an incredible story of realization, love, and the power of pause.

As a little girl, I remember sitting at tables full of adults telling stories. I barely understood the story’s context, but I watched as the power of a good story moved through a room. The sweetness of each sentence drifted through the air like the smell of freshly baked biscuits. My favorite stories

As a little girl, I remember sitting at tables full of adults telling stories. I barely understood the story’s context, but I watched as the power of a good story moved through a room. The sweetness of each sentence drifted through the air like the smell of freshly baked biscuits. My favorite stories

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