By Beth Nevarez and Lora Stocker “I remember my father so well. He was tall and lean with soft black hair. A cleft in his chin and the green eyes I inherited. But there was a sparkle in those eyes and a smile on his lips. He treated life as it came, and when the... Continue Reading →
With Her Name in Lights and Her Feet in the Dirt
Rita Hayworth once said that the problem with her life was that the men in it fell in love with Gilda, her most glamorous role, and woke up the next morning with her. That’s a sentiment I can fully identify with. I’ve always felt a prisoner of my image, felt that people preferred the myths... Continue Reading →