My mother hated her kinky, fuzzy Afro-Jew hair. The second of her four children, I inherited her slender frame, her father’s Mongol cheekbones, her memory for minutiae – and her kinky, fuzzy Afro-Jew hair. Continue reading
I have lied about my age most of my life. When I was little, I lied about it because I wanted to be older. That ended when I hit 21. I was modeling at the time, and I began to see that as one became an adult, being younger was better.
Once I began acting, I was full on lying. I always played younger, therefore I was younger. I honestly don’t remember my 30th birthday. I may not have even celebrated it, because I wasn’t really 30…I was 26. Continue reading