I remember stopping by her office shortly before Thanksgiving for some school related thing. I was an older than average student and super hard core. I had broken up with my latest boyfriend a couple of months before, but we were still friends and he had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's house. (He and our friends were mostly Samoans and one played for the Titans. These were some big dudes! We had TWO turkeys and a huge table full of American and Samoan food. I felt so petite and dainty!) I had mostly decided to decline and just use the weekend to get caught up on school work. I was working 3 jobs at the time and was a busy gal. Amy asked me what my Thanksgiving plans were and I told her about the invite, but that I was just going to use the time to work on school projects. I was a little emotional about it, feeling lonely around the holidays and I did not want her to see me cry. I thought she would applaud this, but she looked me dead in the face and told me to go. She said that Thanksgiving is the purest of all holidays and should always be celebrated. A day set aside just to give thanks was a beautiful thing and shouldn't be brushed aside.
She also included me in a dinner at her house just before finals with her favorite students. There were four or five of us and she and her husband cooked an amazing turkey dinner for us. She was pregnant and sporting denim overalls. It was such a generous gesture. I loved her for it.
She would have been a favorite teacher of mine if she hadn't owned her beautiful silvery gray hair. Certainly. However, there was something so cool about her hair. I wanted to earn her respect from the moment I met her. She was so self-posessed. It is hard to explain and seems like such a small thing. As you'll see from the pictures below, she was YOUNG to be so gray. She was in her 30s and probably early 30s. She was pregnant with her first child in these pictures. I have worried about people thinking I am my children's grandmother when my hair is silvery gray, but no one would think that of her... and if they did, she would have laughed it off.
She was so hip and cute. So many boys in her classes got that goofy glazed over look that goofy boys get when they are crushin' on a girl. Her hair didn't say that she didn't care about how she looked. It more said that she didn't care what YOU thought of how she looked. She had such style and flair... and it was all hers. She wasn't a slave to trends, but she looked super-current. Not at all granola, even pregnant in overalls in her home.
She told me there was a secret society of women brave enough to own the gray. I was ready to embrace it and then I met my Cory, who was 22 at the time and I did not want to italicize our age gap, so I put it off. I'm ready to get a nod or a wink from other secret society members... and perhaps Amy Macy will know she was an example.
Matt O'Brien (Attorney that taught Copyright Law), me, and Amy Macy at NARM in Orlando, spring of 2001. Amy was obviously pregnant and worked tirelessly to help all of us nail down internships. What a trooper!
At the end of the Spring semester, 2001. I was days away from heading to NYC to my internship at BMG Distribution's Marketing Department. She was days away from meeting her baby girl. I had just been handed a scholarship from NARAS (the Grammy people). I'm absolutely certain she had a hand in that coming to be. What a rock star!