Kendra Stanton Lee

It has been nearly 20 years since my co-worker Matinal asked me to hang out, with just him and his record player, even though he knew I had a serious boyfriend. Only a year later, I would no longer be in contact with him, and I’d be married to that boyfriend. Still, I remember that night. Its context was nonsensical, but the clarity it offered me on what we hold sacred was indelible.