Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Marianne Ware and Rosie

1 comment:

Donna Champion said...

Marianne was my dear friend for 34 years. There are so many stories to tell, so many memories. Where do I begin? A blog is not enough space!

Our friendship was a rare thing. Marianne was a friend, a sister, and a mentor. While I often felt that I was the Sancho Panza to her Don Quixote during our time with the RRWG, she insisted that I always see myself as a writer before anything else. In addition to her writing, I was in awe of her political activism and her social conscience. A red diaper baby, Marianne never forgot the downtrodden or disenfranchised. In her eyes, very person had worth, something to say, something to contribute.

And there were the funny times, too. She liked to call me her "lesbian lover," even though neither of us was a lesbian. But I understood her quirky humor: we were soul mates. We'd often have lunch at the Northwood Lodge just outside of Guerneville, and she would refer to it as "our place."

How do you blog about such deep friendship and love? It's impossible. All I can say here is how extaordinary is my life for having Marianne Ware in it. Adiós, mi amor. Te quiero.