My second marriage had a lot to do with alcohol.

With two leftover husbands to account for, my wicked soul has just about shriveled and died

Radio is truly the theater of the mind. The listener constructs the sets, colors them from his own palette, and sculpts and costumes the characters who perform in them.

My name is real, which probably explains why I never became a superstar... how would that look in lights?

I find it next to impossible to remain politely silent when people prate to me about the glory of being given another chance to live happily ever after!

There are zillions of people who say that alcoholism is a disease, but not many of them believe it

I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room