I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.

We've had four or five casts in three years. There was a point when I thought the Department of Children and Family Services was going to show up at my door!

[Preparing for award shows] gets insane. The dress, the hair, the makeup...I end up always picking the dress at the last second.

There's an expression: Great is the enemy of the good. Sometimes in trying to be great, you make a mess of things.

It's a war of attrition. If you have patience and a modicum of faith in yourself your chances are not too bad.

I use an app called ChoreMonster. The kids earn points for brushing teeth or picking up the dog poop. It's genius.

I count myself lucky to be fairly anonymous but occasionally have people tell me nice things.