My mother wasn't rational those last years; if she had been, she would have been horrified by her own behavior.
My mother was a phoenix who always expected to rise from the ashes of her latest disaster. She loved being Judy Garland.
I was born in a blender.
I choose not to think of my life as surviving, but coping.
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.
The sicker mother got, the stranger the people surrounding her became. I called them The Garland Freaks.