I and most of the women I know were devastated by Nora Ephron’s recent death at the tender age of 71. We feel a personal loss; she was our friend. We counted on laughing and crying with her for years to come.

During introductions in a writing class last year, asked what we wanted to write, I replied that I’d love to write like Nora Ephron. I suppose one can aim for loftier heights–Alice Munro’s stories or Zadie Smith’s essays–but I’d be happy with just a smidgen of Nora’s unique brand of wit and wisdom, her keen insights and way with words.

My latest column for the Presidio Sentinel is my tribute to Nora.

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