She went chanting e.e. cummings in the hallway at 8:25 before class, giving us the faces called flowers and the dancing mountains and darling, giving everything away because keeping is nothing and darkness. "I know what it is to be old and striving after the unreachable,” she said, risking the big failures, going out too far. “The beauty, the glory is the not knowing until you try and the persistence.” She touches living passionately. Read more →