To me, being grown-up meant smoking cigarettes, drinking cocktails, and dressing up in high heels and glamourous outfits.
The most memorable night of The Judy Garland Show for me was the night my mother pulled me out of the audience and sang to me onstage.
I choose not to think of my life as surviving, but coping.
Living in continual chaos is exhausting, frightening. The catch is that it's also very addictive.
My mother was a phoenix who always expected to rise from the ashes of her latest disaster. She loved being Judy Garland.
I have a healthy body, free of the chemicals that once controlled it.
My mother should have been Jewish. She could have taught a class on how to induce guilt.
The one thing I never questioned about my mother was whether she loved me.
There is a time of reckoning in all our lives.
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.
When I look back at The Judy Garland Show, I have such mixed feelings. It broke my mother's heart when they canceled it.
If you really want to kill yourself, you get a gun and blow your head off.
The eyebrow pencil and false eyelashes were essential; my mother didn't feel dressed without them.
Studio 54 made Halloween in Hollywood look like a PTA meeting.
Liza is in the tabloids almost as much as our mother was. She has struggled with her own ghosts and shadows.
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