I don't like to hear anybody in show business complain, because I just find it to be such a grateful business. Because there are so many wonderful, creative souls out there and there are so few jobs. And, so, I just find myself thinking to myself "wow, if I could get into a show of any kind and have it last for a while" - that's when I find myself really happy.

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?

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

Sinatra was just one of Mom's friends.

I have spent much of my adult life flinching with pain as I tried to pull out the threads that bound the shadows of my past to me.

My mother was electric onstage, and I vividly recall the extraordinary power she had over her audiences

My mother should have been Jewish. She could have taught a class on how to induce guilt.