I'm Very, Very Concerned About The Bush

People Always Assume That I'm Some Sort Of Party Girl, And That's Such A Misconception Because I Like Staying Home.

I Don't Put Pictures Of My Children On, Rarely, I Think I've Done It Twice? I'm Thoughtful About That, Because I Don't Think You Can Get It Back, And I Don't Think It's Fair To People To Try To Convey A Desire To Maintain Some Privacy And Then Share Pictures And Expect That Somebody Else Won't Want The Same Ability.

James Wilkie Is So Conscious Of The Time We Spend Together. I Try To Be Home To Tuck Him In At Least Four Nights A Week, And If I'm Not, He's Not Letting Me Get Away With Anything. The Other Night I Was Sitting With Him On The Steps Before Matthew And I Went Out To The Theater, And He Looked At Me And Said, `mama, This Has Got To Stop. Go Upstairs And Take That Dress Off.'

I Love Walking Into A Closet And Smelling Lingering Perfume, So I Always Spray My Clothes. And At The End Of The Bottle, When The Atomizer No Longer Reaches The Tiny Little Dribble That Is Left, I Unscrew The Top And Pour The Remainder Onto A T-shirt Or Dress.

I Don't Know What I Can Do About The Aging. Yes, I Am Aging. Oh My God, I'm Aging All The Time. It's Like Those Flowers That Wilt In Front Of You In Time-lapse Films. But What Can I Possibly Do? Look Like A Lunatic?