I had told her what has been told to me: that this place would give her a name recognition, that this place is not like the others; that this place would take care of her. She may not make a year there. How often we are so blindly wrong when we think we are right.
A Letter from an Arts Worker: Jessica Lynne
By Jessica Lynne
Here we are: two Black women who have made our way to a new place, found family in one another, and felt a righteous calling to care for the cultural production of Black folks. I still feel that pull. It too lives in my body. But I am also thinking about the real moments of confusion or loneliness, an all too familiar story.