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Category Archives: Infidelity

Tiger’s Green Jacket

I can’t sleep. I’d get up and do something if I could but my back’s too sore. It hurts all the time. I’ll take another pain pill or two. I’ll take whatever’s necessary to quit hurting. I think my mind hurts more than my back. What I’ve got to do is quit thinking. This all […]

Also posted in Brooks Koepka, Drugs, Golf, Marriage, Masters Tournament, Sex, Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods on the Prowl

Few in any sport have exerted the gravitational pull of red-shirted Tiger Woods on championship Sundays. For twelve years he dominated the landscape, shooting eighteen under par to demolish the field in his first professional Masters, inventing the Tiger Slam, an unprecedented four straight majors over two seasons, and seizing fourteen majors and dozens of […]

Also posted in Brooks Koepka, Golf, Jack Nicklaus, Sex, Tiger Woods

The Honor of a Lady

Soon after his wealthy father died, I married Truxtun Beale and we moved to Washington, D.C. where I spent much time alone in his mother’s elegant Decatur House, across from the White House, while he traveled to Central Europe and Siberia and other rough places he couldn’t take me. In two years we nevertheless managed […]

Also posted in Bakersfield, Divorce, Edward Beale, Gold, Marriage, Mexican-American War, Mexico, Sex, Truxtun Beale, Ulysses S. Grant

Slab Man

My husband left me last night not for another woman but because he just found out I loved his best friend but that shouldn’t have mattered much since that guy’d dumped me a couple of weeks earlier. I sure was feeling bad this afternoon and told my boss I had a fever and needed to […]

Also posted in Marriage, Mental Health, Painters, Sculptors, Stanford University

Freud and Wife Visit Picasso

In Paris Lucian and I again socialize with other glamorous and creative people, and most mornings he paints while I write, imagining myself a female Fitzgerald thirty years after Scott brought exotic but doomed Zelda to this marvelous city. Several Parisiennes tell me Lucian and I might be an even more dazzling couple. Within a […]

Also posted in Boxing, Caroline Blackwood, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lucian Freud, Pablo Picasso, Painters, Paris, Zelda Fitzgerald

Inside Lucian Freud’s Studio

Don’t burden me with bourgeois morality. I’m going where excitement is, Lucian Freud’s London studio, and don’t pretend he’d respect mine if I had one and the door was open. Tonight’s perfect. I hear the rascal’s out of town. Walking up six flights of stairs I tinker with the lock and saunter in. I shan’t […]

Also posted in Caroline Blackwood, London, Lucian Freud, Painters, Psychology, Sex, Sigmund Freud