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.
Nora became my de facto Auntie Mame. My co-conspirator in neurosis. The one who understood the pangs of living in the gray of the Id and intellect and wanted to talk about it over decent wine and dinner.
She was just a bit older than I am, and perhaps that's why I followed her brilliant career and her interesting life so assiduously. Like many aspiring writers of a certain age, I wanted to be Nora Ephron.
I debate politics for a living and yet with Nora, it was harder. She held them to a standard that most people who love politics don't ever do. Her insight and cynicism was of the sort that when people feel like she does, they turn away. But Nora leaned in.