Mary Tyler Moore has died at age 80. According to TMZ, she’d been moved to a Connecticut hospital. Everyone loves Mary, this column especially. Condolences to her family.

The beloved MTM hasn’t really been seen in five years, since she won her SAG Life Achievement Award. She’s suffered from diabetes and a bunch of illnesses. Mary turned 80 last month. Her last TV appearance was an “MTM” reunion on “Hot in Cleveland” in 2013 in which she didn’t say much, but glowed listening to her old friends.

She’s lived quietly in Connecticut with her husband, Dr. Robert Levine, since moving out of Manhattan and giving up her farm in Millbrook, New York. Her ex husband, Grant Tinker, who produced her famous TV show and ruled her TV empire in the 70s and 80s, passed away last year as well.

Despite her perky presence on the screen, Mary had a lot of tragedy in her life. Her only child, Richie, died in 1980 after playing with a sawed off shotgun. Two years earlier, Mary’s sister committed suicide in 1978 at age 21.

Of course, Mary’s career includes mostly great moments– her own show, “The Dick van Dyke Show,” plus an Oscar nomination for “Ordinary People.” She appeared on Broadway seven times in the 1980s, garnering several nominations. In 1980, she won a special award from the Tonys. Earlier in her career she was in the never-opened first Broadway production of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”

During the 80s and 90s Mary and Robert lived in New York, on Fifth Avenue, in a grand and spacious apartment that became famous for falcons that landed on the precipices. The apartment was big enough that it had a dining room table that could seat 20, Mary told me, when I was over there one day for an interview. She said she wasn’t sure she knew 20 people whom she could invite! I’ll never forget that.

She was the classiest lady, Mary Tyler Moore.  We were lucky to know her.

Paris Jackson says she was sexually assaulted at age 14 in a new interview with Rolling Stone. Michael Jackson’s daughter tells the magazine a few other surprising things, but this should be the most alarming. She was 14 in 2012, the same year she helped stop the “kidnapping” of her guardian, grandmother Katherine Jackson, by her uncles and aunts.

Paris was living with her grandmother and brothers in a gated community. That this terrible thing happened to her speaks volumes about how neglectful the adult supervision was for Michael Jackson’s kids three years after the superstar’s death. A year later Paris would attempt suicide. She says she tried this three times until she was sent to a school in Utah that saved her life.

She recalls: “I don’t wanna give too many details. But it was not a good experience at all, and it was really hard for me, and, at the time, I didn’t tell anybody.”

Paris has always seemed like a great, precocious, lively girl ever since she stepped forward and spoke at her father’s funeral in 2009. Until her final suicide attempt and removal to Utah she’d built up a million followers on Twitter. She seemed older than her years. Once she went to Utah, she dropped all social media. When she returned, a new more self confident Paris appeared.

She says: “I was crazy. I was actually crazy. I was going through a lot of, like, teen angst. And I was also dealing with my depression and my anxiety without any help.”

Thank goodness she was able to triumph through this pain. Paris also tells Rolling Stone she’s convinced Michael Jackson was “murdered.” She also insists that Michael was her biological father. That last part doesn’t matter one way or another. Jackson was clearly the father of his children and nothing else matters.

“I consider myself black,” she says, adding later that her dad “would look me in the eyes and he’d point his finger at me and he’d be like, ‘You’re black. Be proud of your roots.’ And I’d be like, ‘OK, he’s my dad, why would he lie to me?’ So I just believe what he told me. ‘Cause, to my knowledge, he’s never lied to me.

What seemed rather sad in the interview is that Paris (and this is likely true for her siblings) doesn’t seem to acknowledge any adult influence in her life. She’s living with her boyfriend in the recording studio at Hayvenhurst, a house still owned by her father’s estate but not really habitable. Unlike brother Prince, she’s skipped college entirely. Her Rolling Stone cover seems like the opening salvo in a quest for fame without substance, a la her neighbors the Kardashians. She already has all the money she’ll ever need. Let’s hope she finds happiness and gets what she wants. She deserves it.