Love Left On The Cutting Room Floor
There’s no easy segue from babies to demons, but “Fallen Angel” was the first item on my list of things to talk to Renee about, so I dived right in.
The Old Cat, Julius and Bill
“Speaking of angels,” I said, deftly segueing from newborns to Xena and Gabrielle’s recent time in Heaven and Hell, “how was shooting ‘Fallen Angel’, with those wings?”
Has Anyone Seen My Feet?
Lucy’s supposed to be filming Xena. How come she's not hard at work, nose to the grindstone, burning the midnight oil? Ah-ha, she's goofing off, loafing, feet up on the sofa!
Claire Stansfield in Santa Monica 1/24/99
“Thank you very much for your precious applause. This is my second con and I’m completely nervous, so bear with me.”
The Way of Friendship
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this interviewer from the swift completion of her appointed interview.
Warrior Mom
I opened our conversation with that time-honored question asked of every pregnant woman, every morning, for nine months. “So, how’s it going?
Ready when you are, Ms. O’Connor.
Renee's yellow robe, with an embroidered “G” on the back, reveals nothing but her sandaled feet. I'm glad it's not raining and there’s no mud. A cold, wet bard with muddy feet and a staff sounds like a dangerous combination.
Teatime in New Zealand or the Amazons ate all the pizza!
Today, Lucy and I are perched on a couple of chairs on the outskirts of an Amazon village. They're shooting “Endgame.” It's sunny, but windy and just a bit cool. Blue-bathrobed Amazons are doing crossword puzzles.
