One trait of addictive families is that we never recognize our own addictions.

The eyebrow pencil and false eyelashes were essential; my mother didn't feel dressed without them.

Even at al my mother's concerts, I had never seen people go crazy the way they did with the Beatles.

One trait of addictive families is that we never recognize our own addictions.

I was born in a blender.

When I look back at The Judy Garland Show, I have such mixed feelings. It broke my mother's heart when they canceled it.

In June 1968, five days before my mother's forty -sixth birthday, the world fell apart again. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy, who died the next day. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad?