At fourteen, like most teen-agers, Kim Novak hated her own looks. Her baby-fine, white-blonde hair she regarded as the end in nothing, her lashes were even more so, and her skin looked to her like skimmed-milk.
On impulse, she decided to get herself turned into a...
I was having fun on the Andrea Doria—a pleasant voyage with gay traveling companions, the joy of coming home with my little boy, Dickie. And then suddenly—a crash in the night—and Dickie and I were in the very middle of the worst sea tragedy of...
Twice we lost our babies before they were born . . . then, minutes before we were to take home a son, we learned we couldn’t adopt him. Now, again, we’re waiting—and praying—for our own baby!...
When Marisa Pavan chose to marry a man twenty years older than she was, the people who did not know her or her husband said many things.
They said that she was foolish and her husband selfish. They said that her husband was separated from her...
Liz went to the airport to see Michael off to Sweden on his new venture—a film called, ironically enough, Long Live The King. They posed under protest. Of course they might have said their goodbys at home, in which case they needn’t have posed at all....