Prepare yourself to be employable.

I hope I have a little talent, but a lot of it was luck. I went through setbacks. People said I looked too young, people said I wasn't good, nobody said, 'Come here, baby, we're going to make you a star.' Early on, when I'd say, 'Can I do some anchoring?' people would look at me like I was crazy.

It's these parallel universes when someone you love is sick. Your world is this completely foreign place involving radiation and tumor markers. Outside, people are buying sweaters.

He was always sort of a scrappy little kid wasn't he? A bit of a fighter?

I've always tried to stay true to my authentic self.

I beg. I call. I badger. I cajole. Part of the secret is everyone has fun and thats really motivating.

I feel like a human pinata. The disappointing thing is, no candy is going to spill out.