Nancy Stark Smith memories and tributes

It’s been only two weeks since the news broke of Nancy Stark Smith’s death; it seems so much longer, somehow. Which is perhaps an effect of coronavirus time.

And yet, isn’t she still alive? Aren’t we going to see her again when this is all over?

I don’t yet have the words. I feel entitled to only some grief and drama about her passing; I knew Nancy, but not so personally. My relative silence so far isn’t so much from intensity of emotions, but confusion about my feelings and what to say, and hesitation to step into a conversation that others are filling so well. Maybe I don’t need to say anything yet, or ever. Maybe I’ll wait a while, until more beautiful, thoughtful, critical tributes have said everything that needs to be said, and I’ll add my little piece then.

Until then, I wanted to share some of the wonderful pieces I’ve been reading and seeing:


  1. In the interests of full disclosure, I should note that in response to Ronja’s post on their Facebook page, some people had some critical responses to Nancy’s slowness in changing the Pow-wow glyph to Assembly. I didn’t lead this, but I participated in it, and I honor the courage of those who raised the issue.

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