This, too, shall pass.

Why do we always seem to be “it”, the people tagged to be on the fatality frontlines – year after year, decade after decade, century after century, from one millennium to the next – at least in this country? I was so depressed about African Americans being the bulk of COVID-19 deaths across the nation, I almost didn’t get out of bed to listen to my church’s online services on Sunday. Despite my despair, I did get up and tuned in to the service, and I’m glad I did. I…