Vol. 3, Issue 1 | April - July 2017

 
 

editor's note

Who am I? As dramatic of a question as that is, Lord knows we ask it at least a dozen times a day. At the networking event, while perusing our closets, in the quiet dark of the evening. It often seems easier to know others than it is to understand the person
in the mirror.

We’ve all had identity crises, right? (Please tell me I’m not alone.) That moment when you can’t decide whether your gender, beliefs, age, socioeconomic class, hobbies, political stance, race, or family define you most. Sometimes the things that identify us are our ticket into acceptance, but more often than not, we’re left questioning our identity in all kinds of circumstances and feeling ostracized because of it.

Jackson is as much of an array of identity as anywhere else in this world, but at the end of the day, when there seems to be zero things in common between you and the guy across the street, we can all identify as Jacksonians, whether born and breed, gone and returned, or freshly transplanted. And in our moments of identity crisis, when it’s tempting to lock ourselves away, it is then when community matters most. . . . Read more in the journal.

Katie Howerton, Editor-in-Chief