At B. B. King's on Sunday night, at the Writers Guild of America Award ceremony, amidst a lot of foul-mouthed laughs and sober-minded speeches, writer/director Nora Ephron was remembered.
We are a society of over-communicators. We text while we paint our toenails, we tweet while we're getting frisky. We feel a sense of rising panic if we haven't responded to someone in 24 hours. I'm nostalgic for my old black cord phone and I'm working on a healthier balance.
Yes, in our youth-obsessed culture, I am admittedly one of the obsessed. I pull the skin back on my face when I look in the mirror to get a glimpse of my former youthful self (and when I release it, I lament the time I spent that summer on Nantucket with no sunscreen).
Am I so naive as to think that married men -- including my own husband -- do not harbor these thoughts?
What a year this has been, filled with drama and noise, Much ado about lots -- those Republican boys. Remember them -- Santorum, Cain, Perry, the rest? Romney, finally their choice -- still, Obama did best.
In reflecting on all the people who passed away this year, I am thinking of Nora Ephron and how this witty, wise and loving woman taught us not only how to live but also how to die.
I agree with Delia Ephron; there is nothing like a good blow dry or a fabulous haircut or a perfect set of highlights to cheer me up when I'm down.
Nora Ephron showed us through both her characters and her life that smart girls finish first. Let's live up to her example -- and quit apologizing for it!
I feel the tug of people's reactions when I told them I was a journalist, not some bureaucrat or corporate slave. Most of all, I miss finding the perfect adjective or the wittiest phrase from my internal encyclopedia to finish a sentence.
At the age of 30, having deliberately stepped away from acting and show business for five years to figure out what she wanted to do, Gaby Hoffman has decided that acting is a choice she wants to make for herself.
For anyone who has ever wanted a second chance at love with the same partner, Hope Springs starring a midwestern couple played by Meryl Streep (Kay) and Tommy Lee Jones (Arnold), is your movie.
He adored show business and it paid him back, by giving him every award the entertainment world could dream up - from three Oscars to Emmys, Grammys, Tonys and finally, the ultimate--the Pulitzer.
If you can believe that the woman who played both the dynamic domineering Margaret Thatcher and the delicious Julia Child is a hopeless, despondent and put-upon matron - well, that's the theme of "Hope Springs."
Twenty-somethings are taking over the reinvention spotlight, which was the one pathetic thing that was uniquely ours. We're supposed to be the reinvented generation, but everyone seems to be exploring the 20-somethings neurosis.
Have we become so vigilant about how we look that we've lost sight of the fact that we're all in this together?
I don't know why Nora took an interest in me. I like to think that maybe she saw her younger self in me.