Where the Action Is

摘要

This is rene russo. "we'll sit in the baby room, OK? At least we'll have our privacy. Here, sit on the daybed—it's nice and comfortable. Are you still hungry? Because I've got much more food. You don't want a piece of pie? Oh, the diapers. I'm sure it smells in here. We need some fresh air." Russo pushes open a window next to the crib and collapses into a rocking chair. "I'm a pretty open person," she says. "There aren't too many things that I won't share." Soon, she's talking about the time her therapist told her to write a letter to her inner child and to have her inner child write a letter to her: "I thought, 'Oh, for Christ's sake, am I really spending $200 an hour for this?' But I got my pencil and I got my pad, and I gotta tell you, I just started to write." She talks about the letters. It's painful territory—her sculptor father walked out when she was 2, and she spent almost 40 years blaming herself. "S—, now I'm gonna cry," she says. "This is pitiful." But then she lets out one of her fierce, arpeggio laughs: ah HA HA HA ha ha. "Oh, God," she says, "I'm sure I'm gonna sound like a dingbat in this article."