Dick Clark will be truly missed. We will carry on his legacy every New Year's Eve.

Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark, it's midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year!

It's absolutely great. Especially as my birthday is on New Year's Eve.

When Clark Gable kissed me, they had to carry me off the set.

No self-respecting mother would run out of intimidations on the eve of a major holiday.

MOTHER TIME: Every New Year is the same. Every day, every second is too for that matter. But when we deliver them in secret, when another year just begins as a matter of fact, it's easy to fail to appreciate what a miracle it is to have more time. So, I suppose, it feels different right now because this time you're paying attention