My Mother's Life Had Been

The Eyebrow Pencil And False Eyelashes Were Essential; My Mother Didn't Feel Dressed Without Them.

When I Got A Call From Los Angeles To Do The Tonight Show, I Considered It More Of An Inconvenience Than An Opportunity.

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 Guess The Only Way I Could Describe Myself Is Someone That Lives Right In The Present.

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