Gratitude: Julie Coultas
Today I went to a wake for my friend Julie Coultas, who died on the 3rd of August. It was lovely to have the opportunity to sit with others and hear Julie stories, which has helped crystallize in my mind the things that I owe Julie. I started to get to know Julie in mid-2000 when I was invited to join a small group of COGS (School of Cognitive & Computing Science at Sussex) women who went out for dinner at the then-modest Brighton institution Food for Friends. (We called the weekly event 'Food for Friends' long after the restaurant went upscale and we relocated to Pizza Express. It was still food for friends.) I was brand-new to England, and those dinners were a huge part of my enculturation. Often, Julie would tell me that she loved my accent. You know, I can't think of another Englishperson who's ever said that to me—certainly not repeatedly. I was pretty self-conscious about being an American teaching about English to the English at that point. The compliment di...