Anne

My friend Anne Coulter passed away earlier this month. “Not the other Ann Coulter,” she would declare the first time she met you, wanting to make sure you didn’t think her politics or disposition were like those of the abrasive pundit. At one time, she lived down the street from me. If after a few days I didn't see her out, I would walk down to check on her. As others noted about Anne, she was a lovely, spirited person. An encounter with her left you cheered up for the good (and open to the spontaneous) in the world. Under “People” (and also below) is a photo I took of her some eight years ago. I liked how the late afternoon light of the summer day especially showed her eyes. When I asked her whether I could use her photo, I told her I would put it on my website alongside Rosa Parks and another Anne, Anne Braden. She appreciated that company.