I knew "Zane" as the author of "Mainstay: For The Well Spouse of the Chronically Ill", and as a member of the Well Spouse Association, which she and other well spouses founded via that book of Maggie's. She and I were fellow well-spouses, and also fellow-writers; my own well spouse memoirs, "Dirty Details" and "Still the End", came out years/decades after "Mainstay", and i'm proud to be, at least in part, in such good company. I was shocked to hear of her death, and also glad to read her daughter Ariel's entry about how "Zane" had a good last day. (But it sounds as though she didn't know it was her last day...) Zane and I knew, through our well spouse experiences and life experiences in general, how strange and sad living can be. And we also knew the joys. I wish her family and friends well.
David and Ariel, Cynthia and I were so sorry to hear of Zane's passing. She was one of the first to welcome us to the Pioneer Valley when we moved in 2011, and she was wonderfully kind to me when I began to try to write. I remember meeting Zane and you, Ariel, at one of the Camp's summer family picnics in Watertown, and thinking how interesting these two people were. Zane was a wonderful spirit, talented writer, and sensitive and kind person to know. She will be greatly missed. Our thoughts are with you during this difficult time. Bob and Cynthia Barker
I am very grateful that the last time I saw Zane, apps. 2 months ago, we laughed alot. Her quick wit never left her; she did not miss a beat regarding a memory from 30+ years ago, or the way I was cutting her food for her the way she wanted me to do it at dinner that day. We spoke of Mojaca, Spain where we had both been in residence at different times, and of old friends who are no longer here. We were not supposed to hug good by because of covid, but it could not be helped. Today I am so glad for that hug.
i want everyone to know that my mom had a really good last day. she walked into town, did errands, and treated herself to chocolate covered apricots. she told me about the apricots with that “let me tell you about my guilty pleasure” tone in her voice. she felt happy. i’m so thankful for that.
I feel lucky to have crossed paths with Zane through the writing community. Rarely have I met a more humble writer who had such massive accolades. We read together at Forbes (with a few others) and Zane brought down the house with her unexpected sense of humor about on-line dating. And now at this late date, I learn that Zane and I grew up in the same town, Southbury CT, although a generation apart. Thank you for being with us, Zane. Thank you for your persistence in writing. Thank you.
It was an honor to know Zane and to be able to share some wonderful holidays with her and her family. I will miss the twinkle in her eyes, her sense of humor, and spending time with her and her family in her beautiful home.