Stephanie Krauss, colleague

I was fortunate to spend many hours with Jennifer, as she dedicated much of herself to my fledgling school, Shearwater—its rise and eventual closure. I remember Jennifer in my office, writing rapidly to capture the complexity of the school and everything that went with it. I remember the day she met Asia, and seeing them sit together at the end of the hall, slowly learning to love each other. We adored Jen. Her quiet presence was a powerful witness to what we were trying to accomplish and the young people we worked hard to serve. She was a pillar of integrity and an example of the loving care that each of us—kid and adult alike—craved and deserved. 

Jennifer, in her natural way, became vital to our school community. She was trusted, sought out, and beloved. We appreciated it when she shared stories of (young) Ethan and especially when she brought him to say hello.

I know Jen wanted to write more about her Shearwater experience, but—as it turns out—sometimes the witness is more powerful than the writing. Knowing that someone saw it all. Trusting her critical eye and her tender care. Watching her wrestle with the complexity of connecting so deeply with the people and cause that she couldn't stay an unbiased observer. 

I'm so grateful for Jen's intentionality, presence, and her love for the people at Shearwater. I'm so grateful that my life intersected with hers. She was one of a kind and will be forever missed.