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It was on my dad's TV when I lived with him. When I moved out I said, 'Sorry, Dad, but you have to part with my Oscar.'

[Recalling one of the few happy memories from her turbulent childhood living with her mother Joanna Moore] To know my mother was to love her--and I do, now that I have accepted an elemental truth: she was 100 percent crazy. Too crazy, as it turned out, to withstand the combustible mix of alcohol, pills, two babies eleven months apart, and a challenging husband. She wasn't always in a fog though. There were times when she would pull herself together and I remember loving her then so much. She used to tell me a bedtime story about a beautiful white horse that would come to me--it's hooves rhythmically beating clip clop clip clop--and be my angel horse. As I fidgeted and twisted in the bedclothes, gnawing at my nails and sucking my thumb, she would stroke me and soothe me with the promise that the angel horse would carry me away, fly me off into the sky. I would fall asleep to the sound of her soft southern voice, intoning clip clop, clip clop.

[Writing about her mother, actress Joanna Moore] She was extraordinarily beautiful, with blond hair, a perfect heart-shaped face, huge green eyes, lush full lips. She had a smoky seductive voice (which my daughter Emily and I both inherited) warmed by her southern lilt. Though my mother is on screen only for a short time in A Marca da Maldade (1958), she is masterful as the victim's daughter. My father Ryan O'Neal always said that my mother was the best actor in the family, but it was only after she died, that I came to recognize her power.