I have been increasingly conscious, for the last 10 years or so, of deaths among my contemporaries. My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are…
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I run my fingers through my silver locks, avoiding the mirror. Damn my reflection – time just won’t behave, and damn sun-kissed California and gravity for subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be slimming for the Academy Awards, which are next week, yet here I am contemplating a crème…
Miss Scott is now ninety-one. At the library she first caught my attention because she was talking quietly, distinctively, with the librarian. I didn’t recognize her the first time I saw her, it was only later that I made the connection between this gorgeously poised, very erudite, older woman and…
Three generations: This house was designed by Lloyd Wright for Louis Samuel, who went from meeting Ramon Novarro in dance class to becoming the star’s personal assistant and then manager. On finding Samuel was embezzling from him Novarro didn’t press charges, but did take possession of this beautiful home. The…