The night of my wedding was supposed to be the beginning of a new
A warm spring evening wrapped the town in a soft golden glow. Chris stood
My husband and I were driving down the highway, relaxed, surrounded by the autumnal
It was a perfect day for a family outing. The sun was shining, laughter
When my husband passed away so early, his daughter was only five years old.
It was a quiet Sunday morning at Maggie’s Diner, that kind of small place
It was early morning. The air was heavy with the smell of dampness and
The day began like an ideal Sundayâunhurried, untroubled. The sky was clear, like a
The lights dim, the audience quiets, and what steps onto the stage is not
In the flicker of stage lights, two identical presences step into the frameâmirror reflections,
Under the lights of a massive stage, a young voice stirred something ancient and
Every weekday morning in the 1980s, she appeared on millions of television screens â
In the hush before the first note, the stage is pregnant with possibility. Thenâthat
A swirl of darkness, then a heartbeatâs flash of lightâand the stage breathes. On
A single flicker of a flame in the dark, and then the world tilts.
In an arena humming with expectation, the stage opensâand we are introduced to a
At first glance, passersby might whisper â âa grandmother and her grandson.â But under
Born in Dallas in 1950, Patsy Ann McClenny grew up quiet, reserved â the
Born in 1961 in Midland, Texas, Woodyâs childhood was shadowed by pain â his
Celebrating his 86th birthday today, John Cleese remains one of Britainâs most towering comedic