I have not survived against all odds.
I have not lived to tell.
I have not witnessed the extraordinary.
This is my story.
And thus begins the cool-as-hell encyclopedic memoir of Amy Krouse Rosenthal, a book that changed the way I think about writing and living. The book is Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, and it was published to acclaim in 2005. The copy I hold at this moment is not the first copy I’ve held in my hot little hands, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Since the day I opened the pages to this book, I’ve been shoving my own copy into others’ hands–“You have to read Amy Krouse Rosenthal,” I say. “She is one of my favorite authors.”
Amy Krouse Rosenthal died March 13, 2017.
That Monday morning, I woke with a feeling of space between my heart and my gut–an uncomfortable space, a feeling of emptiness and dread. I’m anxious by nature, so I’m not new to this feeling of floating doom, but often I can point my finger at some insistent and persistent doubt or worry bubbling just beneath the surface of my consciousness.
And no, I’m not claiming to have powers of clairvoyance although I believe there is something of a mystic in all of us, but when I heard the news, I knew that emptiness was a direct and physical reaction to Amy Krouse Rosenthal leaving this world.
If you are a reader of my blog, you know that I am a fan. If I lived in the Chicago area, it is likely that I would have been a stalker sort of fan, haunting Amy’s favorite book stores, hanging out at The Bean hoping for a glimpse of the coolest writer ever. As it is, living in the southern portion of the state, I only made it to see Amy once, and it was one of the best days of my life because even though Amy was sick, she was full of life.
On her website, Amy describes herself as someone who likes to make things. In her life, she made 30 books, numerous short films, a couple of TEDx talks, three people she loved a lot, and beauty.
We weren’t friends although I did have the great pleasure of meeting her on August 8 in Chicago. Amy, who was sick with ovarian cancer at the time, held a book-coming-out party for her delightful new memoir-of-sorts, Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal.
I’ve said it a million times, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life changed my life. I didn’t like it at first, but then to my surprise and delight, I loved it, I was enchanted, delighted, curious, I wanted to know how she created this outstanding record. It’s beautifully constructed, and the structure is inspired. I have read it over and over because it reminds me that cynicism is overrated. It reminds me to be genuine and earnest and honest. I thought I might never love a book this way again.
And then Amy got me again with Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal. I was lucky enough to get an advance copy with a group of giddy early readers of the book. I read it on the beach with sand on my hands. I didn’t expect to like the texting component as I don’t love texting to begin with, but it grew on me immediately. My phone was sandy and sticky because I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to hear the wine glass sing, to put a message in that bottle, to hear Ted Koch read his poem.
Amy’s memoirs aren’t like other memoirs. They are like walks through her brain on any one day. We get to know her through her thoughts. These memoirs are brain maps.
The truth is, I’ve been trying to write this blog post since the moment I learned of Amy’s death. I want it to be perfect. I want it to be worthy. I want it to be enough, but if I learned anything from reading Amy’s books and listening to her TEDtalks, from watching The Beckoning of Lovely over and over it is this–“Make the most of your time here” NOW, “Make do with what you have” NOW, “Beckon Lovely” NOW because NOW is more than enough. NOW is the right time to live, love, post on your blog, kiss your kids, eat another piece of blueberry cobbler, take a walk, sing with the Dixie Chicks, watch that big bellied robin in the back yard.
So here I sit with my grief and my gratitude for Amy Krouse Rosenthal and I write.
A couple of months before Amy died, she went on a train to think, and she asked folks for things to think about. I was feeling pissed and depressed and anxious about the election results, and I wrote to her:
I have been thinking a lot about the place of beauty in the world. I’m wondering if it’s still important to put flowers in vases or set the table nicely or make art. And I’m a writer, so this is a big question. But sometimes I wonder—do we have time for all this stuff when things could get so bad?
I was a teeny bit self-pitying at that point, but Amy went on that train, and she wrote back.
Martin Luther King advised “We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.” Even in this time of doubtless disappointment, when I witness something beautiful—a tree, a string quartet, the face of a loved one—what I feel is hope.
She wrote a lot more than what I share above, but I want to focus on that hope. Beauty begets hope.
It’s not too much for me to remember. Beauty begets hope.
A couple of nights ago, a friend and I made the most of our time here now and we got tattoos. Beauty begets hope.
A yellow umbrella for Amy and a reminder that I’m enough, what I offer the world is more than enough.
It’s a lesson I may have to learn now that it’s tattooed on my arm.
As usual, I want to give you a pair of Amy Krouse Rosenthal books, so if you leave a comment, or send me a message, I will enter you into a drawing.
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I want so fucking much to be enough. I know that Amy too got a tattoo with a friend, hers was MORE. And somehow enough and more seem closely connected, though at first that sounds contradictory. Enough is a slippery thing to maintain in our culture of more more more, but Amy’s more was not the all-consuming, super-sized more of American culture. It was the fraction of enough/more, where if we assume we are enough, we see more, hope more, live more. Still learning too.
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Yes, Amy’s more was connected with enough. You are so right–if we recognize our humanity, our essential enoughness, we can see more, hope more, and live more. We are always learning, aren’t we.
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I’ve not read any of her books, but you’ve convinced me that I need to!
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I bet you have read some of her children’s books without realizing it, Bobbi!
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You are enough and way beyond, my sweet friend. Cheers to Amy. Cheers to you. And cheers to beauty and hope, too.
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And cheers to you. Thanks for being out there beckoning the lovely every day.
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Oh I’m so sorry to hear this as I know you were a huge fan! I love the tattoo! I have 9 of them and 4 have significant meaning. It’s hard to forget when it’s right there to see every day! I’d love to read her books if I win the drawing!
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Hi Kathy! I would love for you to read her books. She was a huge and generous spirit and her books are testaments to living life with joy.
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Encyclopedia of An Ordinary Life changed my writing life too. I learned to embrace index over narrative and to celebrate in words my own strange way of the seeing the world. I mourn with you, Bridget.
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Oh Kelly. When I read Encyclopedia, I was so blown away, I kept going back to the beginning; it was a gift. Textbook was the same for me. The white space gave me time to wander and wonder through my own thoughts. It made me realize that those thoughts were a map.
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I am not a writer, but an Amy super fan, as you are. In this essay, you speak my heart. I too, was an “Awesome Person” and first reader of Textbook. Thank you. And if I should ever find the courage to get a tattoo, it will say “Beauty begets Hope”.
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Wow, Shari! Thank you for this lovely response. It makes me so happy to hear from other Amy people. Makes me not feel so lonely.
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I’ve been binge reading for the last several months, against the time when I won’t be able to read at all (my eyes are ruined from diabetes). How is it that I know so little about Amy? Your beautiful piece of writing begets my h-o-p-e to read everything she has ever written. Thank you.
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Oh Deborah, I am so sorry. I hate that diabetes is taking your eyesight. I hope you get the chance to read some Amy soon. Her books are joyful and full of grace.
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You are much more than enough Bridgett. Peace.
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Boy, I need to hear that sometimes. Thanks, Brenda. Peace.
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As always you say what I need to hear. I have had Ms. Rosenthal on my mind often lately and the messages she creates for children in her books which are good messages for adults also.
Thank you for your tender words. They help put much into perspective. And they point out ideas that I had not thought about.
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Thanks so much, Karen. I always appreciate your reading and your insightful comments. Amy was the real deal-in both her children’s and her adult books. She will be missed.
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I just stumbled upon your blog post about AKR as I prepare to write my own in celebration of her birthday on 4/29. Like you, I want to make it perfect…to be able to write about the deep, lasting impact she has had on my life, particularly when it comes to my writing. Reading your words hit so close to home for me. Thank you for sharing and so beautifully articulating how so many of us feel about AKR.
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Thanks for that. I miss her being in the world, and I am so grateful that for a short time she was. 🙂
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I only read Amy Krause Rosenthal’s memoirs last year, and all time I was reading them I was so sad she had died. The books were so beautiful and wonderful and inspiring that I still think about them all the time. Thank you for this lovely post.
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Thank you so much for reading! I am sad every day that she died. I love her books so much.
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