My Mom Grew Up In Poverty In

I'm Still Really Close With Everyone At Home And Their Parents - And Their Brothers And Sisters. I Was So, So, So Lucky To Grow Up As Part Of A Community And I Don't Take That For Granted. I Try Very Hard To Stay Part Of It.

I Adore Going To Movie Sets And Being Part Of A Team Trying To Create Something. And Yet, I Hate To Miss Even One Bedtime With My Girls. . . My Sisters Both Are Working Mothers. I Understand That My Being An Actress As Well As Being At Home Isn't Some Heroic Thing. That Doesn't Mean It Isn't Confusing Or Difficult--especially That Question Of How You Find A Balance.

Approaching The Treadmill I Tell Myself, 'okay, It's Just 10 Minutes, After That You Can Get Off The Thing'. That's No Time At All.

My Mom Grew Up In Poverty In Oklahoma - Like Dust Bowl, Nine People In One Room Kind Of Place - And The Way She Got Out Of Poverty Was Through Education. My Dad Grew Up Without A Dad, With Very Little And He Also Made His Way Out Through Education.

You Can Choose To Be Civil Or Not Be Civil. What Is The Point Of Going Through The Day And Think It's Cool To Wear Your Honesty On Your Sleeve At The Expense Of Everyone Around You?