Barry Manilow has gone from being the love of my life to being a friend for life.

I spent an entire evening seated between Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, being charmed from either side. It was pure Hollywood magic.

Barry Manilow has gone from being the love of my life to being a friend for life.

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?

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

Living in continual chaos is exhausting, frightening. The catch is that it's also very addictive.

Liza is in the tabloids almost as much as our mother was. She has struggled with her own ghosts and shadows.