Hillary

“Mother took the big saw from me and walked over to the orange tree which stood at one end of the totally mutilated rose garden. It was a mature tree standing maybe eight feet tall, producing lots of oranges. It was covered with fruit.

The nurse, the cook, and I stood at a kind of breathless attention watching her as she began to saw the trunk of the orange tree! Finally we heard a cracking, splintering sound and the orange tree toppled over into the stubby remains of the rose garden.”
― Christina Crawford, Mommie Dearest

“The lawyer asked us to sit down. He was holding a copy of the will in his hands. I sat nearest him. He flipped several pages over and then handed me the copy, with only the last page showing. There at the top of the final page of the will was one short paragraph which read:

“It is my intention to make no provision herein for my son Christopher or my daughter Christina for reasons which are well known to them.”
― Christina Crawford, Mommie Dearest

“[The doctor] asked if I knew what might be causing my headaches.

I looked her squarely in the face and said to her directly: “Yes, I hate my mother.”

That was the end of the interview. That was also the end of my visits to the doctor. That was not the end of my headaches.”
― Christina Crawford, Mommie Dearest

“I now understand that no learning that makes a difference to my soul’s evolutionary journey will come from the outside. Everything I need is inside….”
― Christina Crawford