Molly Ivins died yesterday. She fought breast cancer for seven years. Seven years! Imagine what that must have been like. She was serious and funny and liberal and an adopted Texan and a fabulous writer all at once. From her pen, Bush became Shrub. She was our modern Dorothy Parker. No wonder I liked her.
Read her columns. Read her books. And if you're a woman, please follow her advice:
"Go. Get. The. Damn. Mammogram. Done."
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