Back in the ’90s, I was a big scrapbook girl. I took great pleasure in assembling albums like some kind of hokey historian with a photo fetish. I spent hours arranging pictures and memorabilia, only to rearrange them again until my OCD was sufficiently satisfied. Each page outdid the last, so by the time a …

“There’s something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” I stumbled upon this quote when I was a kid, and it sure made me a Winston Churchill fan. Until I discovered it, he was just some bald guy in my history book who seemed to like smoking cigars. …