When I Grew Up In The Church,

One Night I Looked Down And My Rosary Beads Were Glowing. And I Realized That I Did Not Want To See The Blessed Virgin - I Was Terrified.

We Were Friends With Jonathan Demme. We Were All Down On The West Side Of New York, And I Think I Met Kurt Vonnegut Through Edith Demme. And Then I Was Lucky To Do Who Am I This Time? 1982, Which Was An Adaptation Of His Short Story That Jonathan Demme Directed With Chris Walken And I, And That Really Cemented The Friendship.

Now, Tim Has Been Really, Really Busy, And It's Been My Job Now To Kind Of Deal With Everything. And Trying To Figure Out How We Balance That, Logistically It's A Nightmare. But These Little Jobs Make It Much Easier.

One Of The First Lessons I Learned As A Mom Was To Forgive Myself For Not Being Perfect And To Try To Prioritize What Was Really Important. I Had To Really Accept Very Early On That After A While, Reading A Script And Finding The Form For The Class Trip, It Was Hard To Realize Which One Had Priority At Times. So I Just Had To Say, "you're Doing The Best You Can, And When You Make A Mistake, Apologize. Your Kids Know That You Love Them."

Being A Catholic, I Was Drawn To The Mystery Of The Latin And The Smoke And The Mirrors And All Of That. That Part Of My Disposition Definitely Did Lend Itself To Finding My Way To The Back Door Of Some Artistic Pursuit.