My age makes me think how valuable life is. How bad is something like Parkinson's in relation to not having life at all?

When I was younger, I was always described as happy-go-lucky.

One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.

Just as Parkinson's isn't a big topic of conversation in my house, neither is my career.

I got sick of turning on the TV and seeing my face.

With Parkinson's, it's like you're in the middle of the street and you're stuck there in cement shoes and you know a bus is coming at you, but you don't know when. You think you can hear it rumbling, but you have a lot of time to think. And so you just don't live that moment of the bus hitting you until it happens. There's all kinds of room in that space.

A creative mess is better than idle tidiness.