I loved her books so intensely in my childhood; I lived in them. I came to disagree with a lot of her theology, but what matters is the love and joy in her writing.
She made her own way as a writer--no MFA, no classes. The New York Times called her work "deeply, quixotically personal."
My favorite was always "A Swiftly Tilting Planet," that long rush of desperate poetry.
She hated what she saw as the increasing depersonalization of life; she hated being assigned any kind of number. Of heaven, she said, "There, I will be known by name. Madeleine."
All of us who knew her name will miss her deeply.
