a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries, and high above the church bells start to ring
I remember when you started out. You had to potential to be completely irrelevant. But then something unexpected happened and you became great. You were the icon from my era. I know you weren’t done yet, but you didn’t have a choice. And I’m sad you lost your battle with cancer. Rest in peace.
I remember very clearly when she did “The Burning Bed” and showed what kind of chops she had. Everyone was floored, including me.
My mother had a beauty school. I remember distinctly the little old ladies coming in with a picture of Farrah and saying to the student hairdressers, “I want it cut like this”…