Thank you very much for your beautiful article on Cybill and her twins(PEOPLE, Dec. 21). I have followed Cybill's career since day one, and I was extremely moved by your photos and wonderful article. Good luck, Cybill. We love you.
Give me a break. I would change places with Cybill Shepherd any day. I had twin girls and breast-fed them until they were 10 months old. I also had a 2-year-old at the time. I lived out in the boonies with no neighbors, no car and no friends. If you think that's bad, I used cloth diapers. I hardly ever saw my husband, since he was working all the time to support us. The only time I got out was the weekly grocery shopping. Even then I had to take all three kids. My one and only escape was when I took a bath, and I took loooong baths. Good luck to you, Cybill, and one last thing—when you're done with your trainer, send him to me. I still can't get my weight off.
Thanks to Harry Chapin's wife, family and celebrity friends for continuing his pioneering effort to conquer world hunger through charitable concerts and his "bring a can of food for the hungry" pleas to his fans. He was a nice guy who happened to be a lyrical genius and a prophet of unselfishness.
Your tribute to James Baldwin was a disservice to both your readers and the great man's memory. Jimmy was my friend, and to describe him as "theatrically effeminate" is ridiculous. He was a completely masculine man; a rock of masculinity. If you needed to communicate to your readers the fact of his homosexuality, a simple statement to that effect would have sufficed and been in his spirit.
New York City
One's sympathy for the survivor of Flight 1713, Robert Linck, was immediate. How fortunate he was, I thought, and what a terrible ordeal to have gone through. And then I turned the page. I must be honest—my sympathy for him vanished completely. I was filled with revulsion when I saw the trophies of deer hanging so proudly on his wall. That the purpose of his trip was to kill more deer makes it all the more poignant that this time he was stopped. This time both his life and the lives of the animals he would have shot were spared. Let the reproach in the eyes of his "trophies" remind him that all creatures have a right to life. Audrey Sage
N. Hollywood, Calif.
One look at the face of "Santa" Carl Anderson and even I, in my 60s, believe in Santa again. Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa Monica, Calif.
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May I suggest that you provide Jeff Jarvis with a good quality hearing aid and a set of bifocals for 1988? Anyone who would describe the beautifully done Julie Andrews: The Sound of Christmas TV special as "a festival of humiliation" is surely deaf and blind. Jeers to Jarvis.
Elizabeth H. Bilbo
Ft. Walton Beach, Fla.
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