Just a few thoughts about Amy helping to make me late for work this morning.
First of all, this isn’t the first time that “Amy” and “late” have been used in the same sentence. My least favorite sentence, albeit the most relevant, is “I was late to the Amy party.” I’ve had an awareness of the works of Amy Krouse Rosenthal for years now, but was always distracted by something else and never really explored her stuff. My loss, but better late than never, I suppose. The lost years...the lost years.
“Amy.” From what I’ve read on other people’s blogs and websites, I’m to use her first name like “Cher” or “Bono,” as if the last name isn’t really necessary. How cool is that? (“AKR” and “akr” are now initials I recognize as well.)
Her loss, brought to most of the country’s attention through her viral essay, “You May Want to Marry My Husband,” is a source of increasing sadness as I get to know her better through her works. I, along with the rest of the world, will move on, but as with all losses of this sort, it’s not easy.
So, I was late (but not too late) to work this morning. I know it’s really my fault, but Amy’s book Textbook certainly played a part. Wow, what a great work.
I think I might come to rely on what I call the Textbook relationship test. It starts with me giving you a copy of Amy’s final book to read. If you find yourself also late for work because you stood in your kitchen reading just one more page until there wasn’t one more page, I’m fairly certain you are the sort of person I can call a friend. She probably would too.
Thank you, Amy.