We are what our thoughts have made us so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live they travel far.
My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic.
I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her...
My mother was a teacher.
I feel like a semi-single mum.
