For the last two years. Moya and Jessica have taken my calls, given me advice, listened to me while I was in tears and wanted to drop out.
Listened to me deal with breaking up with Filthy, listened to me deal with what it means to be a graduate student in a Research 1 University.
They are both hella busy.
Both dissertating. Both have jobs, family and Love bears of their own, yet they have taken the time to help me.
I am grateful, because they always challenge and support me.
Furthermore, they never play hide the ball on some “I ain’t gonna help her because she might get a job or fellowship I want” and they know #Blackgirlsarefromthefuture.
You know how you call someone and say “Hey, How do I go about finding a summer lecturing job doing the cold call” and you never hear back from them? Well, last week, I asked them both that question and they both answered quickly, with thorough assed answers.
I guess what I am trying to say is that you two have shown me what Love looks like while being Black womenin an academic space.
You don’t have to do what you do and I appreciate the fact, that, not only do you do it. But you do it consistently.