Those of you who know me personally can attest that when I’m surprised into a laugh, the first syllable is a quick, high-pitched shout. Kind of embarrassing, really. Anyway, the person who made me make that noise most often died of breast cancer yesterday. She was brilliant, she was awesome, she made me almost want to be a Texan just so I could lay claim to some of that insanity.
Rest in peace, Molly, I’ll miss you like crazy.