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What I Will Miss

In the spirit of Nora Ephron, not because I'm dying, but just because these lists seem useful to me:

(1) Almost the entirety of the Mariah Carey Christmas album (the exception is "I Miss You Most on Christmas Day," which seems to have been written by committee).

(2) The opening of "Ramona the Brave," where Ramona thinks that she is assisting her sister and is in fact making a small problem worse. This is the story of my life, this idea of seeing oneself one way and then being confronted with objective truths. Also, I like that Ramona imagines that having an unwieldy nickname might be "interesting." Problems--bits of drama--often *are* interesting, though we don't want to admit this.

(3) Meatballs--which you can make in a Crock Pot. Additionally, I'll miss almost any Crock Pot recipe that requires five ingredients or fewer.

(4) My husband, in part because he occasionally invents bizarre, seemingly pointless stories--for fun. This is what goes on, sometimes, in the one or two hours before dawn, in my marriage.

(5) Basically anything involving Nicole Holofcener and/or Catherine Keener.

(6) Barbara Stanwyck's "Christmas in Connecticut." Even if I haven't watched it recently. Just knowing it exists.

*P.S. Tide pens. Even if they don't work well, there is something therapeutic about jabbing, hopefully, at your stains, with a little pen. So there's that.

*P.P.S. Peppermint pie. Never had it, but I eagerly await our first meeting.

*P.P.P.S. The culinary one-two punch that is: dinner at Arturo's, dessert at Village Ice Cream Parlour (Maplewood, NJ). Sometimes, there is God so quickly.

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