I would write plays for my grandmother, who was stone deaf, my mother and the dog, that was our audience.
Jayne MeadowsMy mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.
Jayne MeadowsI would write plays for my grandmother, who was stone deaf, my mother and the dog, that was our audience.
Jayne MeadowsMy mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.
Jayne Meadows