Share Your Memories of Deb Torraine


Deborah Torraine

Deborah Torraine volunteered for the Saint Paul Almanac as a community editor; hosted two Lowertown Reading Jam events (see videos below); authored short stories for publication; and, in February 2011, took on a new role as Director of Community Engagement.

In June 2011, Deb tragically passed away, leaving behind bereaved friends and family, but also leaving behind a community very aware that they were blessed to know her and deeply grateful for her gifts to them.

In the comments section at the bottom of this page, please share your memories of our sister… Deb Torraine.

Comment List

  • Saint Paul Almanac 19 / 01 / 2012 Reply

    In the course of switching domain names from dot com to dot org, we lost a Facebook comment that used to be attached to this page. Here is a repost of the comment:

    Jean Foster · Warrensburg, Missouri
    Deb attended a spiritual conference here in Warrensburg, MO, and later she came to two spiritual Gatherings. She brought that honest, vibrant spirit of hers and entertained us in meaningful ways. She is now back in her home environment where she can pursue marvelous creative projects which she can one day share with all of us. I love her and did when I first met her.

  • Mary Beth 16 / 01 / 2012 Reply

    I have known Deb for many years. We first met at a spiritual conference in Missouri hosted by my mother, Jean Foster, author of the God Mind books. The last time I saw Deb, she came to my parents’ home for another smaller gathering of like-minded people. I only today learned of her passing. Not that it matters given that there is no death, I’m still curious if Deb had been ill. I knew she’d had some health issues in the past, but was unaware of any recently (at least not long before she died.) Deb loved it there in Saint Paul. I know she had good friends there, and I’m sorry for all of us losing such a shining star. Her light, however, continues to brighten our days. For that, we can be thankful.

  • skye 09 / 01 / 2012 Reply

    It was 1995 and I was 35, newly divorced, and writing poetry seriously for the first time. I’d written a collection of about 10 short poems called “I’m Leaving You, Therefore I Must Be Crazy: Variations on a Theme and Postcards from Hell,” that expressed the pain, anger, and disillusionment I had been experiencing. I showed up for an open poetry reading that Deborah hosted, never having read in public before. I wanted to read the whole thing. I *had* to read the whole thing. Compassionately, and probably not quite knowing how long this would take, she agreed. There I stood, my hands visably shaking the papers I was holding as I read. When I was finished, she looked straight at me and I’ll never forget the words she said: “Commit to your work. Commit to your work.”

  • Diane Dodge 05 / 12 / 2011 Reply

    My sense of time and history is so ephemeral…Deb morphed into my life sometime in the last ten years, but it seems that she has always been a part of it. Our coming together had to do with our passion for social justice as it relates to food, water and the environment and I suspect that the first time we connected was at an event that reflected our mutual passions. We also shared the strong belief that in order for our passions to be realized, it had to be through connecting with youth.

    In 2008 we shared a plot at the Green Spirit Community Garden and grew tomatoes and sweet potatoes (the picture of Deb in the MGS garden was taken (8/1/08) and in late May of this year, she asked me to “apprentice” her to help with the beekeeping at Green Spirit. She got to work with the bees only once before she passed…and she was a perfect beekeeping partner, gently anticipating what the bees needed in concert with what I was doing. The day she left us in material form, we had a beekeeping date in the afternoon that she couldn’t keep…♥

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