I Worked Before I Had My Daughter,

Now And Then One Sees A Face Which Has Kept Its Smile Pure And Undefiled. It Is A Woman's Face Usually; Often A Face Which Has Trace Of Great Sorrow All Over It, Till The Smile Breaks. Such A Smile Transfigures: Such A Smile, If The Artful But Knew It, Is The Greatest Weapon A Face Can Have.

The Lands Are Lit With All The Autumn Blaze Of Golden-rod, And Everywhere The Purple Asters Nod And Bend And Wave And Flit.

Pity And Friendship Seek Different Habitations.

I Think I Have More Of A Director's Brain Than An Actor's Brain, In A Way.

But The Truth Is I Wanted To Have My Daughter For So Long. It's Not The Kind Of Thing You Can Visit, Motherhood. Especially In The Early Years. Now She's Eight, And I'm Still Not Going To Go Anywhere.