I’ll be singing hymns to the rafters, be praising His goodness so loud they’re going to have to turn down the volume in Heaven.

Harriet loved her new persona. As Maxine, she was courageous and accomplished, a woman of sophistication equally at home in Cannes or on the Indian subcontinent. As Maxine she didn’t walk, she strode; she did...

Why did we divorce? I guess you could say we had trouble synchronizing. You know that carnival ride where two cages swing in opposite directions, going higher and higher until they go over the top?...