In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame.
I was not prepared to live as a single parent.
Mr. Disney and his staff were constantly scouting for great stories to bring to life on film.
Just learning that you have MS is such a devastating shock.
Whatever dreams I have wished have come true.
As I grew older, I came to feel more responsible for any hardship or trouble my career caused my family.
The mere thought of divorce terrified me. To me, divorce symbolized failure.
Mr. Disney believed everyone was still a child deep inside.
MS is not really a degenerative illness. It is not fatal, nor is it always progressive.
I’m saddened to see that some have been misled into believing that Mr. Disney was something other than a kind, caring man.
As I travel across the country speaking about MS, perhaps I can offer others comfort and hope.
You don’t have to pound your head after hearing a country song and wonder if you missed something.
The original Mickey Mouse Club, established in the ’30s, was designed to attract children to movie theaters.
I still don’t know precisely why The Mickey Mouse Club ended when it did.
Most original viewers of the Mickey Mouse Club didn’t face the crush of family and social problems children have today.
Whatever ambivalence I felt about my own career, Frankie more than made up for it with his ambition and tenacity.
Of the many guests we welcomed to the Mickey Mouse Club, my absolute favorites were the Lennon Sisters.
The Lord has been with me throughout my life. He’s never let me down.
To some, the ’50s were a decade marked by the banal, the predictable.
I am the creator of my reality.
Watching television in those days was not the same experience as it is today. After years of listening to radio, we found the black-and-white images mesmerizing.