Sisters, Life, Thoughts

Did I have all the fun I could? Did I work hard enough? Did I remember to tell Meg everything I needed to tell her? Did I thank everyone enough? Did I honor my sister in all those ways? And in the book itself? Or is it only my standards I have to live up to now?

The next morning, after sleeping a good ten hours, I woke up with a weight in my heart. Not wanting to get up. Wishing I could call Nora to rehash it the way we always did after rehearsals or long hours on set. Those three days went by so fast. So fast. Like life.
— An excerpt from Delia Ephron's essay "Nora, Meg, and Me" (Vogue - October 2013)

Nora Ephron on Her #singlegirldinners

By the mid-sixties, Julia Child’s ‘Mastering the Art of French Cooking,’ Craig Claiborne’s ‘New York Times Cook Book,’ and Michael Field’s ‘Cooking School’ had become the holy trinity of cookbooks. At this point, I was working as a reporter at the Post and living in the Village. If I was home alone at night, I cooked myself an entire meal from one of these cookbooks. Then I sat down in front of the television set and ate it. I felt very brave and plucky as I ate my perfect dinner. O.K., I didn’t have a date, but at least I wasn’t one of those women who sat home with a pathetic container of yogurt. Eating a meal for four that I had cooked for myself was probably equally pathetic, but it never crossed my mind.
— from "Serial Monogamy" by Nora Ephron