I'm thinking about her, about the power of words and story and perspective. And I'm thinking of something she lived by: Plan "Be," not Plan "B." Today I will make a point to notice the small things. To jot them down. To be playful and passionate and poetic (well, I'll try at that last one). I will celebrate the life I have, in honor of hers, cut short far too quickly.
Rest in Peace, you beautiful weaver of words, you splash of stardust, you whirling, magical wonder. I so deeply appreciate what you have given to the world, what you have given to me.
I'll leave you with these: two of my favorite excerpts from Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life (one of those sweet circumstances when a book landed in my lap at precisely the time I most needed it). Both speak to her intelligence, her way of seeing the world, her wit, her humor, and her poignancy. I hope you read them and something resonates. And that you smile.