My father had left behind an old piano. My sister was already going to school, my mother was out working, and I stayed at home alone with my adorable grandmother who understood nothing I said. It was so boring that I stayed at the piano all day long, and that saved my life.
As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.
Apparently I'm the most naked that anyone's been on TNT. My poor mother. I'm ready to run away.
This is my present, you know. My present from Mother.
She is descended from a long line that her mother listened to.
My mother gave me singing lessons; that was totally painful, because I couldn't do what she wanted to hear. She used to say: there's more there, there's more voice but I just didn't want to give it to her.
I didn't want to do anything my mother wanted me to do so surely I wasn't going to sing for her.
My mother also had us take piano lessons, and this had a similar effect. I hated those lessons, but I now play regularly for pleasure and have even tried my hand at composing.
My mother, who was professional schoolteacher, was particularly concerned about our formal education and even went so far as to start a private school together with some other parents so that our intellectual needs would be met.
Sure, they were simple desk lamps with only a minimal amount of movement, but you could immediately tell that Luxo Jr. was a baby, and that the big one was his mother. In that short little film, computer animation went from a novelty to a serious tool for filmmaking.
I started in London, as a kid. My mother knew I had sort of an inbred talent. She was an actress, so I inherited it from her. But I think I got a lot of it from my grandfather, who was a great politician.
For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.
I love being a mother. I loved being a daughter, a sister, a wife. I love being a woman with men. I love having given birth.
The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children.
Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.