“Our deepest wounds when integrated become our greatest power.” — Mariette Hartley

My father was a farm boy who never learned to be holding and supportive.

My mother's father was the behavioral psychologist, John B. Watson.

Drinking made me a lot more free sexually; the restrictions were off. I was a compulsive, compliant 'good girl' by day and a 'bad girl' at night.

I got used to certain things that normal kids don't get used to, like, when my mother went into the kitchen for things other than just cooking. I could hear the bottle open up and I could hear the chugs. Then the next morning, none of it was discussed. You grow up feeling crazy.