Your Happiness Is Your Own Responsibility.

I Remember, My Mom Didn't Have Any Help, So If She Needed To Be Somewhere After School, We'd Just Go Down To The Neighbors' And She'd Give Us A Snack And Make Sure We Did Our Homework. There Weren't Any Latchkey Kids.

I Know I Live A Charmed, Beautiful Life And Nobody Wants To Hear A Celebrity Whine. The Last Thing I Want To Do Is Complain; I Love What I Do And I Know Every Job Comes With A Downside.

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.

I Know Enough To Know That When You're In A Pickle... Call Mom.

You Stick To The Script, The Script Is Bible.