Amy was a rocker, a public high school math teacher, a Brooklynite, an animal lover, and a smartass. She was an absolute and utter bitch in all the right ways, not because she hated people, but because she held them to a higher standard and believed in them. She was an aficionado of flip flops and teal nails, and accordingly, her friends, family, and students wore flip flops and teal nails to her memorial yesterday. Those of us who couldn't make it to New York, myself included, are showing our love and respect for Amy through our own teal nails. Mine are kind of "meh" next to some of the beautiful masterpieces our friends have been Instagramming, but I'm just happy to feel a little bit connected to Amy and all those who loved and cherished her my simply painting my nails.
I knew Amy for several years online and I'm grateful I can say I met her in person, even if only once. She was instantly witty, engaging, and a pleasure to be around. I really regret that I won't be able to see her again, but for myself, her students, and all those who loved her, I'm really glad she was here while she was.
Another crucial part of Amy's life and her passion was her dog, Georgia. The only thing I could expect to see more of in Amy's Instagram than her students was Georgia and the beautiful scenery of their daily walks and adventures (coming in third would be pictures of various pints of beer at various Brooklyn drinking holes, which just reiterates that she was really my kind of gal). My heart breaks for Georgia, who truly must have been one of the world's luckiest dogs to have found a home in Amy. She is now looking for a new forever home, and I'm posting her picture here with the information in the hopes that anyone in or around the New York City area can give her the love and security she deserves.
I'm not sure how to end this post. Thankfully I haven't had to write a lot of things like this before. I guess I'll just say thanks for taking the time to read about my friend Amy. And Amy, thank you for being you. Rest in power.