that girl could write. (and direct)

this week we lost ms. nora ephron and to be quite honest, it felt like losing someone that you once knew a very long time ago, but hadn't thought of for ages. i was much too young to appreciate her movies when they first premiered, but i found great comfort in my late teens, watching them all and knowing that it was ok to be a highly verbal, slightly neurotic, bright, feminine woman who isn't always ladylike, but is terribly funny. 


she closed her book, "i remember nothing," with two lists: one of things she will miss, the other a list of what she won't. here are my responses to those same lists:


What I Won't Miss
body odor
dry skin
burning rice
bras

losing sunglasses

high heels
the anxiety i feel over the potential of lost luggage
open windows on a highway
moving
the day after Christmas

facebook

junk email

junk mail

junk

What I Will Miss

my patricio

my polly girl

shopping for a new favorite dress

finding my new favorite dress

movie trailers

spring

fall

winter

summer

butter

driving on (a traffic-free) lakeshore drive, early in the morning, in january

seersucker anything
new years eve
chicago
champagne

ice cold chardonnay

thai food

"dinner with friends in cities where none of us lives" - i stole this from nora