Sylvia Dunn

Julie started off as my colleague. I was going through a difficult time in life, and she would pull me into her office for what I later came to realize were part therapy sessions/part pep talks. She was my safe space, always full of hilarity and “fucks.” She talked with her hands, her giant bangle bracelets clanking. She wore exactly one - maybe two - fantastic outfits each day to work. We texted a few months ago. I asked her how she was doing. She brushed my question under the rug, and wanted to know instead how MY kids were doing. She always made everyone feel like they are the center of the universe. She was fucking fantastic.