My dad was an autoworker, my mom was a clerk. Until I was thirty-five, I never made more than fifteen thousand dollars a year.
OK, so I'm a working mom that also gets to kiss George Clooney. That's a little bit of a perk of the job.
Thankfully, I have my mom and a small group of close friends who are there for me 24/7 and whom I can trust and depend on.
My mom was a painter and loves to sing behind closed doors.
Mom is really my closest friend and has been there at every stage. She is the adventurous kinds and made me travel by train alone when I was just five.
My coaches were great. My mom and dad. My dad never missed a wrestling meet.
I always thought I would die of cancer because my mom and my dad both died of cancer. My dad died of osteocancer, and my mom died of colon cancer.
I was my mom's oldest child, so she was like, watching closely and taking notes, like, 'Okay, this is what she gravitates towards,' and she gave me all the tools to keep me focused. I liked to write; she got me notebooks. I wanted to draw; she got me sketch books and crayons and coloured pencils.
Exactly what I'm doing is what success looks like. I get to create on my own terms, on my own timeline, and I'm able to support myself and my mom and my cat comfortably.
Bakers get excited over aprons. I love the soft cotton ones with pockets like my gramma and mom wore. They always kept a hankie tucked in one pocket, which wasn't sanitary, but was comforting to the child who needed a tear or nose wiped.
I spent a lot of time drawing and writing little comic books, and my mom was a rapper, so I would steal her instrumentals.
I kept telling my mom that reading comic books would pay off.
Every mom in a minivan, every person commuting - anytime they are on the road, they should be able to go into driver mode and give a ride to a neighbor. That's how we achieve scale.
When you're a mom, you need sparkle to compensate for the light inside of you that has died.
My mom says I'm a fighter, a fierce competitor, and I think I am, too.
One-year-olds learn concealment. Five-year-olds lie outright: they manipulate via flattery. Nine-year-olds - masters of the cover-up. By the time you enter college, you're going to lie to your mom in one out of every five interactions.
I was a brownie for a day. My mom made me stop. She didn't want me to conform.
My mom and my aunties are really devout Christians. My mom married a Muslim when I was 12, so I got teachings from both sides and then other sides because I wanted to find out which way to go. So not only Christianity and Islam, but Confucianism, Shintoism, Taoism, Buddhism, and Judaism. I tried to read everything.
I inherited Mom's verbal skills, and participated in forensics and essay contests in elementary school - and won every essay contest I ever entered.
'Super Contra' was the game I fell in love with. I played and beat that game with my mom.