The scandal made headlines. The truth will break your heart. At ninety-five, Mary Wallace Winslow had been many things: a WAAC, a veteran's wife, a tireless advocate for forgotten veterans, a fixture of Boston society, and — briefly, notoriously — accused of running a brothel for senior citizens. The newspapers called her the Naughty Nana. They said she was running a "house of ill repute" out of a Boston brownstone. The story was outrageous, irresistible, and almost entirely wrong. The truth was both simpler and more extraordinary than anything the headlines imagined. Coaxed to the quiet Maine coast by a publisher who believed in her story before Mary herself did, and settled into a sea captain's house in the harbor town of Tranquility Bay, Mary finally sat down to tell it — all of it. Los Alamos and the Manhattan Project. The fall of Bataan and the men who did not come home. A love that survived a war, the damage it leaves behind, and sixty years of hard work on behalf of the people no one else wanted to remember. Confessions of the Naughty Nana is not the book the newspapers promised you. It is something far better — the memoir of a woman who lived a full, complicated, unconventional life and has absolutely no intention of apologizing for any of it. Come for the scandal. Stay for the story.