It was only a handful of years ago (years before her visit to Maine) that I visited Maxine Kumin to work on the editing of Lofty Dogmas, the book she wanted so much to exist in the world that I couldn’t resist helping her make it a reality. We walked around her farm and visited the horses, and the cornfields. She convinced me of the merits of seaweed as a mulching agent, and freezing peeled tomatoes as opposed to canning them. I failed to convince her to call our anthology, product of so much hard work and such an extremely good book, something other than Lofty Dogmas. Failing that, at least I convinced her to put a flying dog on the cover. I’ll never forget her proudly showing off the “Frost Medal Memorial Bathroom.” She was stubborn and tough, a survivor and a warrior. Rest in peace, Max.