When my husband came to my parents' house for the first time, he asked, 'Why is everyone screaming? Why are they so angry?' I said, 'No one's angry. This is just how we communicate.

I was a theater dork in high school and did all the plays. My theater teacher in high school, Janet Spahr, was absolutely incredible and mentored me throughout school. She taught me a lot about relying on my instincts.

I was kind of like the Rhea Perlman of the bar. I was like Carla on “Cheers.” People were more afraid of me. There was a point where I got a little surly. There were only so many chicken wings I could serve before losing the smile on my face.

My grandmother always would say, "This, too, shall pass." It is always true.

I knew from a young age that I wanted to perform. I went to an arts camp called Brookdale Arts Camp, in New Jersey, from the time I was 6, and then I was a counselor there through high school.

When I was out of work when I first moved to L.A., one of the first things my husband and I did was buy season's passes to Disney and whenever I was bummed out about work, we would go to Space Mountain, and it was like a physical injection of anti-depressants.

Dishonesty makes me feel vulnerable.