She's on The View and talking about her new book which is a mother daughter love story - her daughter Carrie was an addict for 3 years in her late teens. She also talked about being so afraid of saying or doing the wrong things because she didn't want to make her daughter "worse." And she and Barbara Walters commiserated a bit--BWs daughter had a troubled time too- and they both grabbed hands and teared up. Not happy tears; the tears that remember how awful it was. The look on their faces so much like my face in the mirror sometimes, yet Carrie got well and was clean until she died of cancer at age 38 and BWs daughter is clean and well for many years now. Can I just say that I hate that? I hate that the awful feeling remains even afterwards...that just the memory of those times changes their faces so, My boy is more ds than difficult child for now, but the tears are always just a moment away and the thud in the stomach is on instant recall. It's like innocence lost or something.