There Was a Little Girl: The Real Story of My Mother and Me
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Actress and author of the New York Times bestseller Down Came the Rain, Brooke Shields, explores her relationship with her unforgettable mother, Teri, in her new memoir.
Brooke Shields never had what anyone would consider an ordinary life. She was raised by her Newark-tough single mom, Teri, a woman who loved the world of show business and was often a media sensation all by herself. Brooke's iconic modeling career began by chance when she was only eleven months old, and Teri's skills as both Brooke's mother and manager were formidable. But in private she was troubled and drinking heavily.
As Brooke became an adult the pair made choices and sacrifices that would affect their relationship forever. And when Brooke’s own daughters were born she found that her experience as a mother was shaped in every way by the woman who raised her. But despite the many ups and downs, Brooke was by Teri’s side when she died in 2012, a loving daughter until the end.
Only Brooke knows the truth of the remarkable, difficult, complicated woman who was her mother. And now, in an honest, open memoir about her life growing up, Brooke will reveal stories and feelings that are relatable to anyone who has been a mother or daughter.
was hanging from her red-lipped mouth. As she passed, she recognized me and started excitedly to try to talk to me about “Laguna Blu.” I began to feel like I’d black out right there. I think I said thank you and that she had pretty hair and then I tried to look away. She was staring at me with a kind, questioning look. She asked if I was OK. I blurted out to her that I was not OK and that my mom had just died. Could I have one of her cigarettes? I do not smoke. I have never been a smoker. The
constantly told what to do and how to be and sometimes even how to feel. I began the movie by asking questions or if I was OK, but as time went on I, too, quieted and trusted my instincts a bit more. Sadly, this would be one of the last films in a long while during which I was learning my craft and experiencing hints of self-confidence. I believe it was because of the quality and artistic caliber of the director. He had vision and he expressed himself quietly and without unnecessary chatter. He
but Mom always saw herself as the captain of the ship. I only knew my mom as the captain of the ship, so this made sense to me. Lila was from a small town and had graduated from college. Mom acted like her bossy big sister, and their dynamic worked. Because Mom also had zero training in the world of makeup beyond applying her ever-present fire engine–red lipstick and matching nails, she had to be creative and seemingly confident. Her job was to make up the customers and subsequently sell them
had provided me with a huge safety net, but now that this protective zone was receding, my heart began to grow heavy. Before long, I would be resuming my hypervigilance. Intervention and rehab had been a mere apparition. I was going back to square one in the battle to survive my mother’s disease. We got to the mainland and would have to wait for the 2:00 A.M. connecting flight. We would have dinner at the hotel plus a few hours of rest. Then we’d fly back to the United States and it would begin
tactics incited. He ruled by fear and by very false bravado and he loved reducing people in business so as to win. He and Andre had convinced me that as with interventions or corporate takeovers, damage inevitably had to occur. But this was not supposed to be a hostile takeover. It was supposed to be a sensitive, but firm, declaration of my independence. Easier said than done. I was relieved to trust Andre and his trusted friend and follow along, by proxy, with their plan and their team of bad