I love Ephron’s writing, so reading this is a pure delight. But after having reread Crazy Salad, I’m really sorry that there weren’t more feminism pieces in it. Those pieces are often now unspeakably dated, but we have to remember the past, and remember that equal rights aren’t something anyone is ever given, that we have to fight and keep fighting.
Yet another buddy read with a child. I'm doing much more of that than I realized