Beth Schacter: I thought it was really funny to call Jenny “Nifer” until she started calling me “Abe” cause see, it’s right there in the middle of Elizabeth. Awesome. I live and work in Los Angeles and if you think that is glamorous and cool, well, sure… sure it is. Whatever you say.
My mom, Bernice Schacter, died from complications due to lung and brain cancer; she had lived with MS for over 15 years and during that time she published books, kept encouraging me and my sister to do great things, cooked some really good and really bad meals and never looked bad a day in her life. Never.
Jennifer Sullivan Corkern: The last time I worked on a project with Beth, we were 8. Members of the Warrington Road Horse Club liked to draw, discuss, and read about the noblest of creatures. Then she moved to the east coast and procured a real, live pony. She makes stuff happen. Like this blog.
My mom, Chloe Glasson, died in 2005 from duodenal adenocarcinoma, a dreadful and rare cancer that must be removed to be cured and otherwise can do its worst in as little as six months, as it did to her. She was a speech pathologist with a beautiful mind and an ear for good grammar. She loved to laugh (often with Bernice) and only let her temper get the best of her when she was cleaning the house, which she did every single Saturday for as long as I can recall. We’re all a bit dirtier and a lot sadder without her.
