I like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.

My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realize I was going to get educated.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.

The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.