The room was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that only exists between two people who have shared a lifetime in the span of a decade. Loretta sat…

In the late 1970s, there wasn’t a face in America more associated with innocence than his. To tens of millions of viewers, he was the heartbeat of the…

The sun was low over the California hills, casting long, amber shadows across the terrace where they sat. Loretta Swit leaned back in her chair, her eyes shielded…

I am sitting here at this fan convention, looking out at all of these familiar faces and some new ones, and someone always asks the same fundamental question….

The dust in Malibu Creek State Park has a specific scent when the sun hits it just right. It’s a dry, toasted smell that lingers in the back…

The sun in Malibu had a way of turning the 4077th set into a pressure cooker. It wasn’t just the heat radiating off the California hills, but the…

The room was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that only exists between people who have known each other for forty years. Loretta sat across from Bill, the…

The afternoon sun was dipping low over the rolling hills of Southern California, casting long, amber shadows across the dry grass. Loretta Swit sat on a wooden bench,…

I was sitting on a stage in front of about two thousand people during a tribute for the show’s anniversary when someone in the third row stood up…