I come from a family of writers. My mom had been a writer, nonfiction books, and her mother was a playwright in the 1930s and ‘40s. And my twin brother, Alexi, is a writer on ’The Following.’
When I left for college, my mom really latched on to the dog; She started buying him little outfits and calling him our brother, but that’s as far as it got.
My mom’s really into astrology and she’s always telling me about the moon cycles and stuff like that.
I got to say ‘Hi’ to Dolly Parton, which my mom thought was kind of cool.
I always wanted what Mom and Dad had.
My mom wouldn’t let me buy clothes she didn’t like, so I dressed like a middle-aged woman in high school.
My dad had a cover band. They would rehearse in my living room while my mom was pregnant.
I was always a closet lover of acting. My mom was very practical. She never, ever restricted our dreams, always told us we could do or be anything. Then I said, ‘Maybe I want to be an actor’. And she said, ‘Maybe not that’.
My mom, who left Iran in 1976, steeped us in the smells, tastes, and traditions of Persian cuisine.
Because I grew up in a single parent home with my mom, growing up, things weren’t always the best.
My parents divorced when I was eight; I never really knew my dad, and my mom raised my older sister and brother and me alone. It was challenging.
My mom was always very, very careful with my mind: what I saw and didn’t see.
I don’t know if I am like her, but I am told that my eyes and my smile are like mom’s.
My mom has always wished me a daughter just like me.
I’ve danced hula since I was 5. My mom danced hula as well. It’s been in my family from far back and really connected me to my ancestors.
I have no ties to my dad. I had no communications with him; it didn’t shape who I am or anything like that. I’m actually a product of my mom.
I worked in theater my whole life. My mom was a drama teacher at my middle school. In high school, I was Drama Club President every year, and then I auditioned for conservatory acting programs.
My dad was in the Navy; he was in Vietnam. My mom was trying to sell real estate on the side. We didn’t have a lot of money.
My sisters and my mom, those people help me get through every single day.
My mom is a Sikh immigrant born in a refugee camp. My Irish-Swedish-Norwegian-Danish-English-American dad grew up Baptist.
That’s actually how my parents met. They were pen pals. My mom was in the Philippines and my father was in the States, and they wrote to each other. He went out to meet her, and they wed not too long after.
My mom sees her sons as baby boys. Well, I stopped being her baby boy a long time ago.
I never go a day without talking to either my mom or dad, and my sister is one of the smartest people I know.
We certainly had our moments when I was growing up. But the great thing was, if Mom was working on a night shoot, she’d be up making breakfast before school.
My mom lived by herself with two kids. Sacrifice was the name of the game at our house.
