I will sorely miss Moffett. Over the years we had many wonderful lunches together, both appreciating the company, Moffett from the rigors of homemaking and me from those of teaching and grading papers. She always had such flair in how she looked: a new red Baggalini purse, or a lovely jade ring previously stored away. Stored-up thoughts would pour out of her. I deeply valued her excellent judgment—she could look at all sides of a situation, and say the things about any problem of mine that I didn’t want to consider.
Her sense of beauty, in possessions, plants, pictures, poems, ideas and spirit, was exquisite. The gifts she gave me, and especially my daughter Molly when little, were always original and captivating.
This past Christmas she gave me a small bowl, bright with painted red and orange flowers and green leaves splashed over the surface—a bowl as light as an envelope, made of shellacked paper, fragile but holding things beautifully. Its bright color and delicacy remind me of her.
Stephanie Antalocy
Reading and viewing this wonderful site I am deeply touched to think of Moffett. My life interwove with hers in the Berkeley student activist life of the '60s and with friends like Stephanie who kept me in the loop and finally brought us together for a Thanksgiving dinner not many years ago. I felt a real connection with Moffett then--her wit and seriousness, some common ground in Buddhism. I didn't know about her art, her family life, her love for cats, her kitchen. All of it presented here so lovingly. I a very grateful for her life and these connections.
Louise Dunlap