At the age of 15 months my daughter was diagnosed with very bad asthma, and essentially I put my career on hold for a good eight years.
Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair
I don't like to sit and bask in my own awards. Awards represent artistic death to me.
I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.
I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.
I like doing the crossword puzzle in the New York Times, not watching E! on TV.