Heartburntaught me about loving, leaving, and coming around again. I was only 13.
Perhaps I should place the blame card on Ms. Ephron for a funked up love life…but I won’t. I’m an adult who has a wonderful sense of right with a terrible penchant for ignoring flags that wave red.
Never to succumb to tender trappings of chic flick fantasy, Nora held a different category. Yes, there was the impossibility of fate… when Annie bonded for life with the man on the radio…When Kathleen found her cheated destiny with F O X.
What of this, thou, since Ephron never dampened the point of the sword while it twisted in between scenes.
Back to Heartburn… Nora knew what it was to love, to love again, as if we are built with a capacity to carry many boulders upon shoulders without sinking to fingertip depths. It’s when, finally, winds change our mast homeward, twisting the current beneath our griping limbs that we cry, enough!
I shall now wonder if Ephron ever forgave Burnstein. Did the mashing of cream and green fluff placate enough to say, you’re a jackass, but at one time I loved you. **
If not her, it has been me. I see snippets of my life reflect back in a silver screen when emotions roll me. A character armed with a delightful quip, or a lament that only can come from one who has lived a love that has gone to war reminding us (me) to move on.
Life keeps coming around again. We just need to hang on to what was learned the first time.
Rest in peace, Nora Ephron, we thank you for bringing a bit of peace to us . ~
**I’ve been a Nora fan since 13. I’ve failed to read up on her life regarding Bernstein. She key limed him in the movie, but did she ever make peace. I’m sure there are books to come on that and more.