The director for our Speaking Center, which is in cahoots with our Writing Center, passed away last week. It was a shock to a lot of us because she was a fairly private person.
I knew how short she was; how her laughter seemed way too big for her body. I knew she had gone to Iowa, met the pompous guy who had dared put his shabby work in an anthology which included Gaitskill, Tim Obrien. I knew she thought he was rather oddly arrogant as well.
I just didn’t know she was sick.
Her funeral is today.
She will be missed.
