updated 02/11/1991 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/11/1991 AT 01:00 AM EST
Thank you for your article on Cher. It's nice to see an honest, hardworking, talented, charitable and forever-fit superstar on your cover, as opposed to the ongoing parade of recovering drug addicts we so often have to pity.
I met Cher when she was in Houston in 1989 promoting her Uninhibited perfume. She's gorgeous, and no matter how she got it, she has the body of an 18-year-old. I may not always agree with her lifestyle, what she has to say, or even her sense of fashion, but who cares? She's Cher.
Lisa D. Addison
I think Cher is a terrifically talented woman. I just find it comical that her list of "I've never had cosmetic surgery on..." so obviously excluded her nose and breasts. If I had her money, I wouldn't hesitate to make a few alterations. I'll never understand why people who do it deny it, like it's something to be ashamed of.
DR. BARBARA BASCOM
I have nothing but respect and admiration for the work that Dr. Barbara Bascom and her colleagues are doing for some of the suffering in Romania's institutions. However, as the adoptive mother of a Romanian child, I am infuriated at Bascom's depiction of would-be adoptive parents who travel to Romania as being "baby-shoppers." This past July my husband and I returned home after spending two months in Romania with our little girl, born two months prematurely and literally left to die in a corner of a filthy hospital. I watched total strangers from Europe and the U.S. develop a camaraderie in an effort to support each other through street riots, food shortages, illness and lack of medical supplies, as well as the day-to-day stress of not knowing when or if final adoption decrees would be granted. Naturally there were people who seemed to be searching for the "perfect baby," but the vast majority were there on a single quest—to adopt and love a child who would otherwise have been forgotten.
As for the "planeloads" of Americans and Europeans who arrive in Bucharest everyday in an attempt to adopt Romania's unwanted children, God bless them. Only the intense desire to love a child could motivate a couple to travel thousands of miles to a little corner of hell in Eastern Europe in order to try and make this dream come true. The idea of people strolling through these institutions "baby-shopping" is extremely negative, inaccurate and unfair.
Toms River, N.J.
Many of the expressions and gestures of the children captured by your photographer are so common to babies worldwide that I cannot help but recall them as I watch my own 9-month-old daughter. Parenthood inflicts many new emotions upon us, but perhaps none is stronger than the drive to fiercely protect a child from any sort of harm. Your story personalized the plight of these children in a very special way. I feel as though I must do something to help Dr. Bascom protect and nurture these children. What can I do?
Catherine F. McCarron
How can John Travolta marry that gold-digger Kelly Preston? It's obvious she is only after him for money. I suppose she returned the pig she was given and kept the $200,000 diamond ring from Charlie Sheen because of sentiment? She isn't fooling anyone, except poor John.
Long Beach, Calif.
John, you held out this long—why settle now for a 28-year-old divorcee with more than one engagement ring under her belt? You're probably just another notch on her lipstick case. As for Charlie Sheen's ring, don't be tacky, Kelly, give it back.
Julia A. Latimer
The fact that she was photographed says it all. How truly sad that even when she thinks she is, Princess Diana is never really alone.
DORIS LEADER CHARGE
Kevin Costner and producer Jim Wilson should be ashamed of themselves if your figure of $23,800 paid to Doris Leader Charge is correct. Doris made an invaluable contribution to a very successful movie, working for six months, sometimes 12 to 18 hours a day, to teach a language in which only a few are fluent. Once again, the white man has taken advantage of our Native Americans for a handful of beads. Shame on them.
Carol S. Everett