I grew up with Rachel - her friendship with my mom was so close that she felt more like an aunt than a family friend. Rachel cultivated in me the growth of a writer, of a theater lover, of an activist, of a dreamer, of a fierce friend. She took me to my first Broadway show (I was six, it was Cats, I loved every minute of it, and she never once let on if she thought it was terrible). She introduced me to French onion soup over long dinners at the restaurant across from her tiny NYC apartment. When I was still in middle school, she talked to me about her novels and made me feel like I had something to contribute. When I decided to go to Carleton, she left me a five minute long voicemail telling me how proud she was. From the moment I was brought into this world, Rachel looked me in the eye like I had something important to say. Her love was fierce and full. She will be missed tremendously, but I am so glad that she and I share the Carleton spirit.
What a bummer... I lost touch with Rachel too many years ago. Last visited with her in NYC where she seemed very happy and so creative. Loved my time with her at Carleton! She taught me how to make borscht and shared her incredible courage and passion. She was so smart and well-read.... very sorry to learn that she's gone.
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I grew up with Rachel - her friendship with my mom was so close that she felt more like an aunt than a family friend. Rachel cultivated in me the growth of a writer, of a theater lover, of an activist, of a dreamer, of a fierce friend. She took me to my first Broadway show (I was six, it was Cats, I loved every minute of it, and she never once let on if she thought it was terrible). She introduced me to French onion soup over long dinners at the restaurant across from her tiny NYC apartment. When I was still in middle school, she talked to me about her novels and made me feel like I had something to contribute. When I decided to go to Carleton, she left me a five minute long voicemail telling me how proud she was. From the moment I was brought into this world, Rachel looked me in the eye like I had something important to say. Her love was fierce and full. She will be missed tremendously, but I am so glad that she and I share the Carleton spirit.
What a bummer... I lost touch with Rachel too many years ago. Last visited with her in NYC where she seemed very happy and so creative. Loved my time with her at Carleton! She taught me how to make borscht and shared her incredible courage and passion. She was so smart and well-read.... very sorry to learn that she's gone.