I’ve made it known what a Nora Ephron fan I’ve always been. When she died in 2012, a little part of me did too. Like the rest of the world, including most of her closest friends, I had no idea…she was dying.
When her last book of essays, I Remember Nothing : And Other Reflections, was released in 2010 I, along with many others, gobbled them up with relished glee.
Reading them again, however…two years later…it’s as though I had never set eyes upon them before. How did I not see she was so ill? We are myopic, even in our reading customs, so the hints I now see hadn’t make their way into my senses.
Shocks me actually considering how sensitive I am.
Of course, her humor outruns those bread crumbs scattered in its wake. She makes me laugh right off the page as if we were sitting in her kitchen.
I can almost smell her ricotta pancake browning in its pan as she pours me another cup of coffee. That’s the sign of a great writer, when you feel welcomed and let in.
I also want to mention, Nora was the first who made me want to write essays..seize a theme…a point of view then run with it. She came way before David Sedaris and Paul Rudnik, Sarah Vowell and Anne Lamott.
One could say she was my first essay laureate and I’ll bet, for many others as well.
I’m urging those who love to read and laugh, to pick up this last gift she left..twenty-three jewels wrapped in Tiffany box blue…because they will uplift and inspire you to love your life as is, right where you are.
There are two poignant pieces at the end titled: What I Won’t Miss and What I Will Miss.
She’s not missing email, Clarence Thomas or the sound of the vacuum cleaner, but rather her kids and husband, bacon and a walk in the park.
And twinkle lights, that whenever they come into view will always make me once more… remember Nora.
May 19, 1941 – June 26, 2012