New Year, New Decade. What’s Good?

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I’m grateful that the evening rush hour traffic in D.C. was its usual congested. As I crossed the bridge from Alexandria, Virginia into D.C. city limits on a January evening, Tasha Cobbs’ “Fill Me Up” blared through my speakers. Immediately, the words pierced my heart and left my mouth as tears flooded my eyes. I did not want to be in the District again, but I was here. After moving away to mid-Missouri for 11 months in 2018, I…