When I think of Judy, I hear her little laugh and see her sweet smile. I picture her at the front of a classroom at Grossmont College, where I took her class in Creative Non-Fiction Writing. Judy, as we all called her, was a gentle soul with a passion for the written word. She had a true heart for helping people find their own voice. In my own writing, she helped me dig deep into the core of the story or essay I was composing. Judy had the compassion of a genuine counselor; she would often slip off her eyeglasses and place them on her desk while listening to students read their work in class. I missed her on campus when she retired, and now I will miss being able to run across her around town. That makes me doubly glad that I saved all my papers and essays on which she wrote her comments and suggestions. Judy gave with all her heart, the essence of a teacher who cared for her students. Thanks be to God for her life and influence on lovers of the written word. Because of her, I have kept writing.