That Alice Kirk Grierson loved her husband is clear from the letters she sent him, full of devotion that wasn’t simply practiced or platonic. For

That she might marry seemed so unlikely that the possibility never even arose. Her physical condition–she’s a quad, has been since birth–put marriage somehow out

“You’re going to be someone’s ancestor–act accordingly.”  A big guy–I didn’t catch his name, but I’m sure he’s someone with standing–held forth at the Hollywood

You simply had to know. Most of those who traveled the two-lane highways I did across the state last weekend did know, I’m sure, and

He was just eleven years old. He was at the post office on a Saturday, a place where, back then, the news was told every

It’s not that Patton was a good man–that’s not why his troops loved him. He wasn’t. It’s not that he was even all that successful.

Susan La Flesche Picotte simply could not have dreamed of a hospital as a child. She wouldn’t have known what a hospital was. Her father was a

I’m quite sure I didn’t leave them an option. I sent them off on a Saturday afternoon for a performance of Purpaleanie, a stage play put

I don’t want to be disagreeable. I may be feeling this way, as if I’m on track toward irascibility, given that I just passed a