When I Look Back At The Judy

Living In Continual Chaos Is Exhausting, Frightening. The Catch Is That It's Also Very Addictive.

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?

I Choose Not To Think Of My Life As Surviving, But Coping.

My Mother Was Electric Onstage, And I Vividly Recall The Extraordinary Power She Had Over Her Audiences

When My Mother Signed At Mgm, That Was The Only Kind Of Contract You Could Sign. There Was No Such Thing As An Independent Agent.