Thanks for the heartwarming story on the L'Esperances (PEOPLE, Feb. 15). My wife and I are expecting our first test-tube miracle in April, after three anxious years of trying. Nancy, my wife, has been on her emotional roller-coaster for seven months—what a trooper she is. God bless the L'Esperances and God bless medical science.
Mitchell E. Winston
Before I gave birth to my son, I gained 60 pounds and was confined to my house for the last few months. It was a tough time. Michele L'Esperance sounds like a spoiled, whining child. She asked the doctors to implant seven embryos; that was her decision. She treated everyone miserably for nine months, and now she'd like them all to send her some cash. I've only got one bit of advice to offer her: Be careful what you ask for—you might get it.
Harriett R. Bara
Agoura Hills, Calif.
Congratulations to the L'Esperance family on the birth of their quintuplets. We share their joy as we are parents of the first test-tube quadruplets in New York State. I feel a compelling responsibility to portray the flip side of this grueling experience for couples who are planning in vitro fertilization. My pregnancy, from day one, was consumed with joy and commitment. I had absolutely no bad reaction, physically or emotionally, to the drugs, and I was saddened by the countless miseries Michele described. I, too, was confined to bed for the entire pregnancy and gained 60 pounds. But I suffered none of the equilibrium and urination problems or the excruciating pain that she experienced. I do not fault Michele L'Esperance for her honesty. Her pain and anguish were unfortunate and I sympathize with her. However, my pregnancy ran extraordinarily smoothly. It is imperative that future parents of multiples recognize the varying differences involved.
Robin H. Morris
New York City
Are we supposed to feel sorry for Michele L'Esperance's horrible pregnancy experience—her mood swings, constant pain, forced bed rest, morphine shots? People must grow up and realize that medical technology can create as many problems as it solves.
If the TV miniseries Elvis and Me was Priscilla's way of "fighting for Elvis' reputation," then I must say she certainly went about it in the worst way. Elvis would turn over in his grave if he could see how she flaunted what should have been kept private. What kind of so-called loving wife and mother would stoop this low? Surely, Priscilla, there had to be a better way to make a buck.
San Juan Capistrano, Calif.
When will we stop getting articles about Priscilla's "life since Elvis"? She keeps insisting she is now her own person with her own life and career. She can't have it both ways. The sad part is we will never know how it all was from Elvis' point of view—what he thought about the people around him, what his heartaches, dreams or problems were. Neither Priscilla nor anybody else can ever "set the record straight." Elvis is the only one who could do that.
S. Brian Willson
Your article about S. Brian Willson amazed and saddened me. I was amazed that everyone feels sorry for a man stupid enough to sit on railroad tracks in front of a moving train. At the same time, I felt sorry for the guy, because he doesn't have enough sense to realize that he is nothing more than a useful idiot to Daniel Ortega and his Cuban/Soviet mentors.
Dale R. Smither
Breaking the law to force moral justice is an American tradition dating back to Thoreau's essay Civil Disobedience. S. Brian Willson is a hero, one of an elite few willing to risk being ostracized by the complacent majority to do what is right. Just punishment for exercising his right to dissent most certainly does not include being run down by a train manned by military-trained automatons "just following orders."
Not everyone sees the connection between world peace and losing one's legs on a train track. I count myself among them.
Walnut Creek, Calif.
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I read Jeff Jarvis' review of Hostage and became very upset. Not about the review of my acting, but about the cheap shot he took at the fact that I'm Carol Burnett's daughter. I was very hurt that Mr. Jarvis thought it wrong that I be given a chance to work, simply because of who my mother is. I have studied music for most of my life, acting for five years and dance for almost six years. My parents taught me the value of paying my dues. Mr. Jarvis, please don't damn me because I happen to have family in the business. Please judge me for me. I get work on my own, and I execute it on my own. Oh, yeah, in case you're wondering, I wouldn't trade my parents for anyone else in the world. They are beautiful people, and I love them very much. Just as much as if they were plumbers—or television critics.