“I feel like there should be a skywriting plane circling the globe, spreading the sad news that Rosalie Maggio has left us.“ (Michelle J. Edwards)
And so there was, via the 21st-century version of a skywriting plane circling the globe: a Facebook post. Rosalie Maggio had died Saturday, Sept. 18, of pancreatic cancer. As word spread, friends and writers (but I repeat myself), wept.

Easy-peasy, sensible, logical; so, what’s the big deal? In 1989, it was a big deal. The world was very different, and gender equality was a flaming battlefield. As someone who wrote on the subject, I called Rosalie often, not just to find the right word, but to rage, commiserate, sigh, weep and sometimes laugh. Rosalie was an introvert and not often interested in getting together physically, but at the end of a phone line, she was always present.
“Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.” (Nancy Spain, “Why I’m not a Millionaire,” 1956).
It was. Even when she moved from St. Paul to her mountaintop in California, the conversations continued. We both grew in our work, Rosalie writing other books, I moving on to copywriting.
And “Oh the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take them and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and ten with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.” (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, “A Life for a Life,” 1866)
Then Rosalie gave us the gift of the quotations book! With one book, Rosalie’s New Beacon Book of Quotations by Women, featuring 16,000 quotes from 2,600 women — smashed the old, familiar Bartlett-ian idea that, save a handful of exceptions, anyone worth quoting was a man.

Who shall I call now to rage, commiserate, sigh and cry? Author/illustrator Michelle J. Edwards, who wrote of Rosalie, “She gave me, and I think all of us, her readers, her friends, her family, a fullness of love and support that allowed us to feel that we were up to the task at hand, be it mothering or writing a novel. Rosalie was sure we could do it.” (Michelle J. Edwards)
Rosalie did, and thanks to her, we now write on the shoulders of giants.
Susan J. Berkson, a long-time Twin Cities resident, wrote commentary for the Star Tribune, Minnesota Public Radio and TPT. She now writes from her home in Jerusalem.
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