The world lost the great Nora Ephron last week. When a writer
dies, I always lament the unwritten stories that died with them. But Ephron
left us a treasure trove of wonderful stories, that
could have been our lives. She was one of us – a woman, a wife, a betrayed
wife, a daughter.
Someone who could make us laugh through our
tears.
To celebrate Ephron, I'll be including a few of her
wonderful witticisms, relevant to all of us here. A reader recently
commented on this site about her own situation, which was so much more than
being sexually betrayed. This commenter was in an unbelievably abusive
situation, in which her value as a person was under attack. This one is for her
from Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a
Woman:
Why hadn't I realized how much of what I thought of as love was simply my own highly developed gift for making lemonade? What failure of imagination had caused me to forget that life was full of other possibilities, including the possibility that eventually I would fall in love again?
Rad! She is a lovely woman. Surely she is bouncing through heavenly clouds laughing and loving the memories of her most amazing life. Thanks for all you've given Nora.
ReplyDeleteLove the quote! Am I only making lemonade when there is real love out there? Is it here still, somewhere? I bet many of us wonder that at times. What does love look like after we have been through this? Will I always be guarded expecting to be hurt again no matter what man is loving me? Is this like a child from abuse, always waiting for someone to hurt them again?
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