My wife and I did not know Nora Ephron intimately, but we knew her, off and on, for a long time, when she was with each of her three husbands, Dan and Carl and Nick. Like all those who knew her, we loved and admired her, her talents, wit, and warmth; and above all her caring ways. Typically, when she heard that our daughter had been bitten by a dog, almost losing her eye and facing the threat of ugly scars, she immediately called her in the hospital. Our twelve-year-old, already what she herself called “a little feminist” because of Doonesbury’s Joanie Caucus and Nora’s Esquire articles, was surprised to hear from her.
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