I did not know Amanda Davis, nor had I been aware of her writing, but I took note of her obituary because her poignant death resonated with me on many points. She lived across the bay in Oakland, teaching at Mills College, sister school to my alma mater. We were the same age and shared a love of weaving written words into stories and slices of life. After reading the eloquent remembrances of her on McSweeney’s, many from well-known writers, I feel that I almost know her, and sadly, wish that I could have known her.