What if Houston was never the flawless pop princess we fancied her to be, but just a girl from the tough streets of urban America with a big dream and a big voice? What if the post-Bodyguard Whitney was much closer to her real persona than the Whitney we came to adore in the 1980s.
Why, given Houston's obvious and prodigious talents, did she fail at rehab so many times? And why -- as is now suspected -- did she have such little control over a drug habit that it took her life?
In the mid-80s I had a production deal and offices at the Warner Bros. studio in Burbank. I had sold them a screenplay called Heartbreak Ridge, which ...
Until the coroner tells us, we don't know exactly why Whitney Houston died, and even then there will still be much we'll never know -- as always when someone dies. But let's skip the comforting story about the "pressures of fame."
In honor of her passing last weekend, we rounded up our favorite Whitney Houston songs ideal for your own powerful, raw, emotional first-dance moments.
Arianna appeared on Monday morning's edition of "CNN Starting Point With Soledad O'Brien," joining a roundtable to discuss singer Tony Bennett's call ...
Each time a celebrity death by addiction grabs the headlines, it calls attention to the enormous suffering one goes through when battling chemical dependency. We don't know what killed Whitney yet, but we do know that she had a long history of substance abuse problems.
Far from family and friends, Whitney Houston's music became my lifeline, my reason to keep going.
Music, perhaps more than any other sense memory type of thing, has the ability to stir and transport us. I can only hope, as I'm sure much of the world is hoping tonight, that Whitney Houston is finally at peace.
I met Whitney Houston when I worked at VH1 in the 1990s. Here is a tribute using some of her song titles: Oh Yes All at Once A Miracle Houston Queen...
As Houston's family and close friends mourn, do our "RIP Whitney" posts mean something, sandwiched between posts about cereal and recaps of The Bachelor, especially after we've watched, over many years, her slow-motion fall from grace?
Whitney was a free spirit. She was kind, authentic, fun and funny. She never took herself too seriously. She always remembered where she came from.
As a teenage black girl growing up in southern New Jersey in the 1980s, Whitney Houston was someone unimaginable to me: young, black, beautiful, talented and energetic. She set a new standard for Gen X, she was our Diana Ross, our Billie Holiday.
Her death is a wake up call for all of us to reach out to those we know and love, whether they seek our help or not.
This weekend saw one of those poignant front-page contrasts of emergent triumph and final tragedy that leaves fans of sports and music with exuberant joy and deep sorrow.
How grown was Whitney? Too grown to be told what to do? But then, who tried to get her help? Who watched in silence?