Her father writes joke books and a newspaper column in Seoul, South Korea.

Her image appears on the base of the column of Antoninus Pius.

Her head was struck against the column of the market cross, and her brains dashed out ".

Her column started in 1992 and was interrupted for a year during which she attended Harvard on a Nieman Fellowship for journalists.

Her column in the Ruralist, " As a Farm Woman Thinks ," introduced Mrs. A. J.

Her monthly column was titled " Tips from the Gaming Goddess ".

Her activities have been well-covered by the British tabloid press, and in the mid to late 1990s, she wrote a weekly column for the Sunday Times and subsequently contributed to The Spectator, The Mail on Sunday, GQ, Eve, Harpers and Queen, Tatler, Instyle and The Observer sporadically.

Her book Washington Rollercoaster recounted the Gotliebs ' years as glamorous hosts in Washington during the Reagan Era, when she wrote a much-read column for the Washington Post.

Her column, syndicated by Creators Syndicate, eventually appeared in nearly 400 newspapers nationwide.

Her gossip column called " Hedda Hopper's Hollywood " debuted in the Los Angeles Times on February 14, 1938.

" Her first column, " The changing face of Bollywood ", published in January 2004, discussed the evolution of Bollywood in the past decade.

Her third column, " The darkness that all actors fear ", was a more personal column and dealt with her stardom, fans, insecurity and fears as an actor.

Her fourth and final column, titled " Facing death in Sri Lanka and Thailand ", described her two near-death experiences in late 2004.

Her Home Life column in The Spectator was published in four volumes.

Her formidable power remained unchallenged until February 14, 1937, when Hedda Hopper, a struggling character actress since the days of silent movies, whom Parsons had been kind to and mentioned occasionally in her column, and who had returned the favor by giving Parsons information on others, was hired to be a gossip columnist by one of Hearst's rival newspapers.

Her left elbow rests on a basket of grain, while an ibis stands on the column at her feet.

Her weekly syndicated column appears in a number of newspapers and websites.

Her ability as a writer was recognized by Du Bois, who put her in charge of a column in the magazine, where her brief included writing critiques of works by the literary giants of the day, including Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston and Dorothy Parker.

Her last column appeared on December 3, 1958 but she continued to work for the newspaper until 1966.

Her column often angled towards the more irritating aspects of life, with her husband regularly the subject of loving scorn.

Her weekly ' With the Stars ' column in the Toronto Star was published from 1951 to 1981.

Her letters to Véronneau, wrote Christie Blatchford in her Globe and Mail column, were " in French and on the same sort of childish, puppy-dog-decorated paper she once wrote to her former husband … the same kind of girlish love notes she sent to him.

Her column, formerly printed twice weekly in Fairfax Media newspapers The Sydney Morning Herald and The Sun-Herald, now appears in the News Limited Daily Telegraph with frequent posts on the Telegraph blogs.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.