By Diane Silver
Molly Ivins is gone. She died yesterday of breast cancer, and we are all the poorer for her passing.
Today I woke up to hear a tribute to her on National Public Radio. There's a nice obit in The New York Times and another one at The Washington Post. Her final editor has a great remembrance at Creators Syndicate.
Today and possibly tomorrow and the next day, there will be many of these formal salutes. And Molly, the bestselling author and former NY Times reporter, will be celebrated by the powerful and the rich. Even ole' George W. Bush -- the Shrub himself -- has already issued a statement of condolence.
But you and I know the truth. Molly wasn't a creature of presidents. She wasn't for the rich. She wasn't for the powerful, or even the famous. Molly was for you and me. She was the laughter, the skewering wit and the wisdom of those with no power. She was the truth we didn't know how to say, at least not until Molly said it first.
We will miss you so much, Molly. Thank you for showing us the way. It's our turn now.