Eartha Kitt truly was ‘of the earth’.
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Kitt Shapiro, Only Child Of Eartha Kitt, Honors Legendary Mother With Lifestyle Collection Of Home, Gift Items The amazing press I have received since launching Simply Eartha is a true testament to the way my mother lived her life and the impact she had on this earth. I beam with pride. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/02/kitt-shapiro-eartha-kitt-lifestyle-collection_n_3697969.html?utm_hp_ref=entertainment&ir=Entertainment
Life after death of an iconic mother | The Voice Online
Eartha & Kitt The unbreakable bond of mother (Eartha Kitt) and daughter (Kitt Shapiro) lives on in wisdom, wit and love. Westport Magazine March/April 2013 http://earthakitt.com/WestportMagMarch2013/
Tis the season for “Santa Baby”. The song. My mother (Eartha Kitt) first recorded that song, written by Joan Javits and Phil Springer, in 1953 with Henri René and his Orchestra. It quickly became a huge hit and she re-recorded it on several more albums. She never grew tired of singing it, and her fans […]
“A person is born twice. First, at birth, and then again, when his mother dies.” I heard Rufus Wainright say that on a recent CBS Sunday Morning show. That statement rang so true for me that I had to pause and write it down. I now re-read it daily as I embark on a new […]
Since my mother died, Mother’s Day has been filled with mixed emotions, celebrating my life as a mother, while longing for my own. The greatest gift my mother gave me was knowing that she always loved me. All the more remarkable, because as a child, love was something she never had. Sometimes, I felt that […]
As my mother, Eartha Kitt, neared the end of her life, it often amazed me how she would frequently state that she had no regrets. She had lived a truly incredible life, always followed her gut, stayed true to herself and relished every second of the journey. She felt she was complete. Had done what […]
My mother (Eartha Kitt) walked into the room when I was almost done with my task. She quietly came and sat on the floor beside me. Slowly and meticulously, she reached and picked up each and every one of the discarded petals with one hand and laid them down, ever so delicately, in the palm […]
The California home my mother Eartha Kitt purchased in 1957, had been the converted horse stable of an old estate. The names of the horses even remained above their stall doors. She used that in her argument with the city to allow her to keep chickens in the aviary that still stood as part of […]