It's Dissertation Time!!

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HEY BLACK PARENTS! 

I could use your help. It’s dissertation time and I am studying JOY-making in Black parenting. Three ways you can help me recruit and I’d be ever so grateful!

1.       If you would like to share your joy stories, click the link in my bio to sign up.

2.       If you know a Black parent that you think might be interested, share this post/link

3.       If you’re simply excited about the research, LIKE the post!

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