I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.

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

I really like putting the kids to bed. Everyone is cozy and snuggly. Nobody is giving anyone a hard time, and everybody reads.

I live alone with my one dog and they say it like it's a sad, it's a terrible thing. This woman lives alone with her two cats.

At restaurants, I carry paper and markers and tell everyone to draw a picture with a unicorn, an octopus and an explosion. That keeps kids still for a minute.

I think it's pretty common for people to get excited when they meet somebody that they know from the media.

Women in Hollywood are tiny, but women in soap operas are the tiniest people alive!