Nora Ephron, quite possibly one of the funniest women on earth, died today of pneumonia brought on by acute myeloid leukemia.
She wrote romances that even men loved. And she captured the way people truly speak in her writing.
Her generation of women weren’t expected to “do” much, but marry and become mothers. But Nora Ephron had many successful careers as a journalist, a blogger, an essayist, a novelist, a playwright, an Oscar-nominated screenwriter and a movie director. She excelled in a field dominated by men, and did so with her signature humor in tact.
If the number of times I’ve watched When Harry Met Sally in my life (and it’s a lot!) could correlate at all to my respect for her writing, it wouldn’t be nearly enough.
She truly was one of the women I admire most in this world. I’m sure she will be missed by many.