I Feel Bad About Nora Ephron’s Neck

I feel bad about Nora Ephron’s neck.  Her astute observations about aging in women are personified by this quote:  “Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.”

When I found out Nora Ephron died this week, I cried.  That got me to wondering about the last time I cried upon hearing of the death of someone famous.  The answer to that is…never.  I cry while watching the news all the time.  It’s usually over some tragedy involving average people.  But while it saddens me if an actor or writer I like dies, I don’t cry.  Or at least I didn’t.

Nora Ephron was different.  My silly bucket list of people I’d like to meet would have always included her.  I would have loved for her to like me and say, “Never give up, Kat.  You have what it takes.  And even if you didn’t, you hate purses so that makes you okay in my book.”

I’ve lost the opportunity to meet Nora Ephron, but I’ve added something new to my bucket list.  I want to be more like her.  I can scratch that one off starting today.

I feel bad about Nora Ephron’s neck.  She deserved to look in the mirror on her last day and see the most beautiful neck in the history of necks.

Goodbye, Nora.  You’ll always be with me and I thank you for that.

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I'm a native Texan who loathes cowboy hats and boots and would rather place a colony of fire ants in my ear canal than listen to country music. I spend way too much time managing a bookstore in San Antonio. After my death, I'm requesting my ashes be placed in the gas tank of my ex-husband's most expensive vehicle. I have a daughter who is reluctant to honor that request, so I'm looking for volunteers.
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