Gloria and Jimmy tried to cheer me up in the amusement park, but I still felt bad. I knew Mama was heartbroken. I had called half an hour before to say . . ....
Pat held her hand, tight. “What’re you crying for, Shirley?” he asked. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his handkerchief, gently, one by one. “What’re you crying for?”
Shirley tried to talk. “My daddy . . .” she started to say. But then she...
Mama Mineo will get up at about 6:30 on Thanksgiving morning. The others will still be fast asleep—Pop, Sal, Sarina, Victor, Mike. But Mama will be up early so she can get her big meal started. After all, there’s the antipasto to be made—with its...
Richard Burton, in a way, is a man who has everything . . . health . . . good looks . . . talent.
And, above all, he has Liz Taylor.
But, because life is a balance sheet of assets and debits, Richard has his problems, too.
And,...
Last month, Part 1 of Ann-Margret’s life story described how she and her parents left their native Sweden and came to live in Illinois. In Wilmette, a high school teacher told Ann-Margret, “I predict Hollywood for you” A short time later his prediction came true....