Amy
Frohnmayer, graduate student, practitioner of Western psychology and Eastern contemplative disciplines, seeker, sufferer, healer, daughter, sister, friend, and ardent celebrant of the daily sacrament of distance running, met Alex Winn in a manner emblematic of her deeply lived, determinedly happy, tragically abbreviated life.
Early on the evening of November 1, 2013, Amy stopped at her favorite Thai restaurant in Bend, Oregon, to pick up dinner. There was an air of novelty to the early darkness, an edge of heightened awareness in people’s faces, that Amy might have found stimulating. She made a point of paying attention to small details and ordinary moments that others took for granted. Back in college at Stanford University, for instance, she had written a letter to her father describing a cloud formation in the…
