News of Whitney Houston's death today makes us all wince.
It began as such a lovely day in Los Angeles: billowing clouds rolling in from the ocean, challenging the standard blue sky and sunshine. It remained a brisk and boisterous day of weather with the sun winning, the 20% chance of rain fading.
I went shopping in the downtown fashion district with my daughter Ellen, looking for wedding accessories. Then we went to lunch in Echo Park at a Thai-Mex fusion restaurant.
How could such a happy day be invaded with this kind of news?
While 10 million people in Los Angeles County are working, playing, thinking of Valentine's Day or the Grammy awards, some are taking one more hit of a drug to get through the day.
For Whitney in her room at the Beverly Hilton Hotel, the pills are fatal. She misses the annual party she loved to attend before the Grammys.
For the rest of us, the evening turns cloudy and thoughtful.
I'm reeling from these repeated sucker punches: a 22-yr-old Santa Monica girl in November, Amy Winehouse last summer, and now Whitney Houston.
In each case there's so much talent and beauty, the struggle against addiction, and so much loss.
As a mother, my heart aches.
It began as such a lovely day in Los Angeles: billowing clouds rolling in from the ocean, challenging the standard blue sky and sunshine. It remained a brisk and boisterous day of weather with the sun winning, the 20% chance of rain fading.
I went shopping in the downtown fashion district with my daughter Ellen, looking for wedding accessories. Then we went to lunch in Echo Park at a Thai-Mex fusion restaurant.
How could such a happy day be invaded with this kind of news?
While 10 million people in Los Angeles County are working, playing, thinking of Valentine's Day or the Grammy awards, some are taking one more hit of a drug to get through the day.
For Whitney in her room at the Beverly Hilton Hotel, the pills are fatal. She misses the annual party she loved to attend before the Grammys.
For the rest of us, the evening turns cloudy and thoughtful.
I'm reeling from these repeated sucker punches: a 22-yr-old Santa Monica girl in November, Amy Winehouse last summer, and now Whitney Houston.
In each case there's so much talent and beauty, the struggle against addiction, and so much loss.
As a mother, my heart aches.
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