Joanna Rose

When I started at Powell’s as PR person in 1986 Michael Powell told me, “You want to get together with Julie Mancini.” I said, “OK. Why?” He said, “Just trust me. You do.” He was right.

Since then she’s been mentor, colleague, and friend.

Whenever we met, she’d ask what was going on, and it was never a rhetorical question. I don’t think Julie asked rhetorical questions. She always wanted to know.

Her follow-up was most often along the lines of “Whoa - are you fucking kidding me?”

Then she’d proceed to drill me with questions, usually until I knew something I didn’t know until she started asking.

She was the equivalent of a triple espresso. (I don’t drink coffee.)

She had a photograph on her wall of her house on fire. (No one was hurt, and the baby pictures got saved.) It was so perfect that she had that picture on the wall.

I ache at the loss of her. I’m so fucking grateful that she was part of our lives.

— from facebook