The Gift Paul Newman Gave Me (October 2008)
I write from Bukavu, Congo.
Paul Newman — here’s what he and Joanne gave me and I suspect many in the world — the gift of confidence.
They were the perfect parents. I was 23. I was depressed and fragile and hardly here in this world. I was writing and writing as a way of survival. They took me under their wing. They pushed me and fed me and criticized my script with red pencils, they nurtured me and encouraged me to be funny. To always be funny. But mainly, they believed in me.