Home Work: A Memoir of My Hollywood Years

by Julie Andrews Edwards

“Don’t you think it is your God-given right to seek happiness, no matter what, providing you don’t hurt anyone along the way?”

Within a few minutes he arrived at my door, and we drove down to the beach and along the Pacific Coast Highway. It was unbelievably romantic; his Rolls purring along, the radio on, and the two of us chatting easily. Blake eventually pulled onto the Malibu Bluffs and parked the car. We gazed out at the full moon hanging over the sea, and he quietly took my hand. I thought, “If he doesn’t kiss me, I am going to go crazy.” Then he did just that.

Depression. Where does it come from? I feel it lingering, lurking, never far from the surface, and oh, it is black.

“But that was your mum’s destiny, not yours. Yours is to live out whatever time is given to you to the fullest extent, to relish every day and make it count.”