I Remember Nothing and other reflections: Memories and wisdom from the iconic writer and director

by Nora Ephron

My parents had drinks and there were crudités for us—although they were not called crudités at the time, they were called carrots and celery.

And the newfangled rigmarole of joint custody doesn’t do anything to ease the cold reality: in order to see one parent, the divorced child must walk out on the other.