Bob and Marilyn Adams were colleagues of my father in the philosophy department at UCLA. They were formidable scholars, specializing in the philosophy of religion, but I knew them as loving adult friends in the neighborhood who welcomed me into their home (often unexpected and unannounced). They became like a second set of parents to me. Marilyn taught me to bake and to sew, Bob passed on interesting lore about birdwatching and architecture, and both always had an ear. Marilyn became a friend, teacher, and confidant throughout my childhood and adolescence. She was part of the early cohort of women to be ordained into the Episcopal priesthood, and she modeled what it meant to have a spiritual life that was intellectually rigorous, committed to justice, and profoundly Universalist.
Marilyn and Bob were unfailingly supportive and generous with their time and attention throughout their lives, and they were also unexpectedly generous after their passing. We were floored to be remembered in their will,