When I was 24 years old, a few months before I got married in a courthouse in Norwalk, CA, I was working my first post-grad school job as a grant writer for a nonprofit that runs programs for victims of violence. I was spending my days navigating the professional world - if I skipped the lunch hour, could I leave early? How did the printer work? Why couldn’t I disagree publicly with my boss? - and the world of big, contract-y type grants from government agencies and huge institutions like Robin Hood and UBS. My bosses boss, a single woman in her 60s, peeled her cuticles from stress and I thought - this all seems way harder than it needs to be.
Grateful for these words!
I’ve missed you! There’s nobody better to urge the fighter on and wipe her blood, sweat and tears.
Thanks for your commitment and energy.
What a read! You are HER, Jess. The local boxing trainer of legend, with that gym everyone knows.