I had grown up accustomed to living a life of high drama.
When you're Judy Garland and you want something, you just pick up the phone and call somebody. Anybody.
My mom was a phoenix who always expected to rise again from the ashes of her latest disaster... She loved being Judy Garland.
I have a healthy body, free of the chemicals that once controlled it.
Children have a way of forcing you back into the present moment.
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?