For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.

I was so anxious to succeed that I made a practice of appearing on all the disc jockey shows I could, in order to publicize the band.

I always worried I'd forget my lines or say the wrong words or the audience would laugh in the wrong places.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.

One thing all stage mothers share is an overpowering ambition for their daughters.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.