You Stick To The Script, The Script

To Become A Classical Ballerina, You Have To Move To New York When You're 12 Or 11 And That Becomes Your Life. I Just Wanted To Be Good In My Company In Charleston And I Wanted It To Always Be Part Of My Life.

I Have This Internal Battle Between, I Need To Work, I Need To Work, I Need To Work And I Need To Be Home With My Kids. And The Kids Win.

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 Knew We Were Going To Marry Someday, But I Was Absolutely Surprised When He Actually Proposed. And Surprised He Had Bought A Ring. I Ran Around The Yard Screaming.

I Rebelled By Not Getting Straight A's And Not Following The Path That My Elder Sister Did. She Was Valedictorian And Is Very Exemplary In Her Way. I Look A Lot Like Her, So I Just Had To Do The Opposite. Not That I Got Bad Grades, But I Was All About Performance And Just Finding Any Way That I Could To Be Involved In Any Kind Of Production.