We’re running dangerously low on laws and policies that provide equal protection for all. Pandemics have a way of exposing inequities.
My mom has fillings in 16 of her 28 teeth. She’s the eighth of twelve kids, and her dad used hard candies as a reward for quiet at bedtime.
Every one of our institutions—at one point or another—has operated in ways that have oppressed LGBTQ people, and the damage is far-reaching.
I hope as our work to address the social determinants of health evolves, we keep our eyes upstream and work toward community- and systems-level solutions.
One change we’ve made is in how we talk about racism—or that we talk about it at all. The first time “racism” appeared in one of our blog posts was 2014.