“Immaturity and hair dye keep me young.”
I’m repeating the title of this post for a few reasons: First, everything clever is worth repeating. It usually gets a good laugh – one of life’s giddiest pleasures, especially at my age. It’s true and unabashedly honest. It sums up what’s to follow – the announcement that I turn 70 in a few days. And last, it’s original.
In the previous blog, I wax eloquent about Nora Ephron. So similar are our passions, paths of discovery and almost parallel lives, that I’m left wondering if we were sisters in another incarnation.
My psychic bond with Nora Ephron, though one-sided (my side, of course), is a long-standing one
I have never met the brilliant American author, movie director, screenwriter, humourist and foodie but feel I know her well.
I did interview her by phone for my column in the Toronto Star a few years ago when her hilarious little book about the downside of being a middle-aged woman came out called I Feel Bad About My Neck. I could relate.
Okay, so I stole this clever headline from an article I found online about the soon-to-be-released movie “Julie and Julia” starring Meryl Streep as my friend and amazing mentor Julia Child.
