One trait of addictive families is that we never recognize our own addictions.
Liza is in the tabloids almost as much as our mother was. She has struggled with her own ghosts and shadows.
It was at one of the parties at our house that The Rat Pack got started.
The only difference between the Bel Air of the '90s and the Bel Air of my childhood is that now the nannies are Latina instead of British, and the cars European instead of American.
Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.
My mother should have been Jewish. She could have taught a class on how to induce guilt.