Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.

I do smaller films, I'm not getting big paydays. I feel like we're just kind of scraping together here.

I feel like I'm one of the happiest people I know.

I'm way too disorganized.