One comes to a decision based on what one wants, not based on what one doesn't want. Got it?

Woke up this morning to the incredible news that I was nominated for an Emmy, and a shower full of dog poop. Apparently my dog is so excited, she has explosive diarrhea. I truly could not be more thankful to the Emmy voters for including me in this brilliant company of extraordinary women. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean up an enormous amount of dog poop out of my shower. Yay!

My mom just didn't put a very high premium on me being like really famous or really wealthy or anything.

I like cluttered, old, dark-wood antiques. I like character.

During my teen years, for Halloween, I went as a registered voter.

I like things that are civilized.

My mom and I used to listen to records, read, and take train rides across the country in the summer. It was a very chill life. She didn't expose me to anything that was ahead of my development, but she expected me to adjust to her world - she did not expect to adjust to mine.