Her name meant turning, or truth, and she was a dancer. She was a gardener, a spinner of yarn, and a teacher. Once while she was a very young woman, still in college, a Jamaican man, a stranger to her, stopped her in the street and said quietly, "You are the most balanced person I've ever seen." The incident didn't please her particularly, though she did mention it to her mother for the strangeness of it. When she married, it was because her husband needed the stability, the foundation to build from. She had no sense of that lack herself, only the yearning to get on with things, to be doing something for someone, which isn't how she characterized it herself. But I knew, when she spoke of wanting something, the kind of path she would find.