HeyJaredWeatherproof
I am a family medicine physician and writer dedicated to closing the health gap for Black women through the dual power of medicine and storytelling. Here, knowledge, stories, and wellness intersect to make Black women weatherproof.
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Off the Grid (opens the original)
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I’m preparing for a writer’s retreat where I will be off-grid for two weeks. Having this dedicated space for rest and creativity has been one of my writers’ dreams. <img alt="a small log cabin in a field of wil
Before You Break (opens the original)
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A few weeks ago, I was shocked by a sudden pain in my right foot when I got up from dinner. I could not put my full weight on it without discomfort. For the next several days, I limped around. The pain seemed to come out of nowhere. I hadn’t been injured.I’d had problems with this foot before that started with pain I ignored until finally I had it checked and discovered a broken bone. The next two years I dealt with a non-healing fracture that ultimately required surgery. No way was I ignoring t
Permission to Rest (opens the original)
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Hello from the Jersey Shore. This week I’m at the beach, and for the first September in decades, I have no back-to-school obligations to attend to. This is the best time to be at the shore. The water is at its warmest, and the summer crowds have gone home.<source type="imag
Empty Nesting, Endings, & Beginnings (opens the original)
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Two weeks ago today, I dropped off my fifth and final child at college. My four older children have all finished college and are out in the world. I am proud of them and of the launch pad my husband and I built for them. Here’s me and my sister-in-law after decorating my son’s dorm room!<div class="image2-
Where did our mourning go? (opens the original)
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I witnessed my mother’s last breath. I was fourteen, at her bedside. Afterward, I picked the clothes she would be buried in. I was allowed to help with her hair and paint her nails, even though her casket would stay closed.Extended family traveled up from Georgia for the funeral. Our house filled with people, some of them sleeping on the floor. Friends brought food and pushed envelopes with money into our hands. In those first days, grief was collective.But then everyone went home. I started hig
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