In December, 1970, I fell in love with my first Mustang. It was a ‘66—light blue with a white vinyl top. It had a V-8, 289 under the hood. I had no idea what that meant, but I was 16, the car was undeniably H-O-T, and I wanted it. Badly. And I got it, along with about...
An Academy Awards party was held at the Venetian Theatre in Hillsboro last week, and I was inspired to wrestle into my pantyhose and cute shoes for a second time in less than a month. For once in my life, I decided it might be nice to sit at the grownups’ table. Now...
Yes, yes, I know I’m a day early, but better to be early than a day late and a dollar short, as Mother used to say. Mother used to say a lot of things. I wish I’d written them all down. As it is, I consider myself “the keeper of the memories,” though for the life of...
Oprah did it in January. John Travolta did it in February. And today the spotlight falls directly on the shiny top of Ron Howard’s ever-thinning hairline. That’s right, today little Opie on the Andy Griffith show—actor, move director, and all around nice guy—joins the...
All dressed up—and no place to go. That’s exactly how Rick and I felt last September, when our long-anticipated European cruise had to be cancelled. Rick had purchased a new suit, I had bought several dresses to wear to the “formal dinners” onboard, and we were...
“I’m not taking these pills,” said Mom. “Here.” She dug deep into the pocket of her robe and handed me almost a dozen small, football-shaped, dark golden gel caps. “They started giving them to me last week and there aren’t any numbers printed on them. I have no idea...
