I Grew Up In A Ukrainian Catholic-turned-christian

My Personality Is Just Innately Even-keeled. I'm Not Such A Huge Daredevil. Which Is Not To Say I'm Not A Passionate Woman. I Don't Know, Maybe It's My Physiological Makeup, But I Don't Like The Feeling Of Anything In My System, Other Than A Glass Of Wine Now And Then.

I Have A Two-year-old Who Just Turned Three, And My Four-year-old Just Turned Five. I Have The Same Irrational Feelings Taking Them To Pre-school. It's This Charged Combination Of Stress And Joy And Anxiety And Excitement. When They're Away, You've Got A Sudden Loss Of Purpose And This Ever-present Fear About The Kid's Welfare. The Departure Of Our Children From Our Nest Is Not An Easy Thing.

I, For One, Am Tired Of Seeing Movies About Men Damaging Each Other.

I Grew Up In A Ukrainian Catholic-turned-christian Household, And That Is My Family's Faith.

To Me Representing Clairvoyance, How Was I Going To Achieve That, How I Was Going To Capture That? For Me, It All Became About Her Gaze And The Way She Takes You In. It's A Rhythmic Thing And A Stillness Thing To Consider But These Are Little Details, Little Nuances. We Were Invited To The Sanctity Of Her Home And There Were Roosters Running Around And She's Screaming, "jackie, Be Quiet!" Even Though She's In The Middle Of The Thing. And These Are The Details That We Wanted To Incorporate Into Our Story.