Four years ago, Susan Hayward lost faith . . . faith in life, faith in the future, faith in herself. But today Susan, who once forget God, knows in her heart that....
PART VII
It was slow to sink in that Sunday morning. “What did you say? Princess Diana has died? Diana is dead?” This was one of those where-were-you-when-you-heard? moments. JFK, MLK, RFK, the Challenger explosion. We all remember where we were, and how unreal, entirely untethered,...
You’ve done it: Stood in front of a park fun mirror and laughed out loud at your figure, as Molly Bee does here in the Pacific Ocean Park fun mirrors. But if you find when you look into your own mirror at home, you can...
Are they laughing at me?” Lawrence Welk stared at his own image on the television srreen—the program had been filmed this week so he could appear at a benefit. Now he could see himself exactly as people all across the country were seeing him.
“Sure they...
PART VI
In what seems an impossible calculus, Diana, no longer in line to be queen, grew even more famous. Only this particular woman could have engineered such a thing, and such a thing could only have been engineered in our modern age—a golden age of...
Only the two of them were in the white hospital room. The eighty-two-year-old man with the snow-white hair and the thin, drawn face lay back on the white pillowcase. His deeply-set brown eyes stared at his grandson glassily. Falteringly, in a hesitant mixture of Italian...