How true it is. We often miss what’s truly said because we are too busy talking. Or listening. To our music devices, television, computers. Trying to tune out the real world. We talk so much, others don’t listen anymore. I love the sound of silence. My mother (Eartha Kitt) loved the sound of her own […]
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 […]
Eartha Kitt at home. From South Carolina to Beverly Hills My mother Eartha Kitt would talk about her days picking cotton when she was a young girl in South Carolina. She earned a dollar a day for a pound and she never forgot how very hard that was. Long hot days and prickly bushes often […]