Daughter of Woman wasn’t my first run of Ms. J’s Classroom, but this edition felt particularly significant.  The 1920s costume party doubled as a curated learning experience that aimed to resurrect the Divine Feminine.  For this engagement, I married my imagination, inspirations, and intellect to play a role that I’ve always performed – teacher – but this time, I invoked a personality that I had only recently learned to truly embody: Ms. J, the costume-wearing, time-traveling, character-morphing, free-spirited creative. By independently curating events, my Afrofuturistic Ms. Frizzle-esk identity found her freedom.