My mom is, like, my unofficial publicist.
There's not a mom or dad that wants to leave their child unprotected.
When I watch my kids, and I see the primal level at which the sibling relationships are formed, then I completely understand what these unresolved adult sibling problems are based on. You know, 'Mom liked you better' and, 'You got your own room and I didn't.'
I realized I didn't want there to be anything left unsaid with my mom. I didn't want there to be questions that I still had about who she was and what her life was like. And I didn't want her to have questions about me as an adult.
There was always an unspoken generosity about my mom.
My mom was a really positive, jovial person, so I try to keep it upbeat like that.
My mom worked at the VA for years, so any time I can do anything to help, it's a must.
My dad's name is Vernon and my mom liked the initials, V. V. My sisters and I got named Victoria, Valerie and Vincent so we'd be V. V.'s, too. But, then when you start getting pets' names that start with a 'v,' it's a little embarrassing.
Before 'Veronica Mars,' I was not, and probably am still not, much of a crime reader. My mom left out a copy of 'Helter Skelter' when I was 10, and I secretly read it, and then I spent all my teenage years afraid of hippies. I kept away from crime books for, like, ten years.
I remember being, like, 4 and 5 and playing in my mom's closet. But also asking questions like 'Who's this?' and 'What's that?,' and my mom explaining to me, 'This is a Chanel and this is a Versace.'
My mom was a rescue veterinarian, and I grew up helping her nurse injured animals back to health. Any deer hit by a car, fox caught in a trap, whatever it was that got hurt, everyone brought them to my mom.
My mother told me on several different occasions that she was livin' her dream vicariously through me. She once said that I was getting' to do all the things that she would have wanted to have done.
My mom is not trying to live vicariously through me.
Next to my mom, I'm actually a shrinking violet.
At the end of the day, I'm Violet's mom, and I want the best for her.
Violet speaks Spanish and understands it. She loves Cuban food! My mom is very good at teaching her about our culture, whether it be the food or Spanish or explaining to her that she's Cuban.
My mom was born in San Diego, around Vista. So we've always been California people.
When I'm 19, I'll still be living with my mom, but I'm going to be doing music and acting. I can picture it really vividly.
I know this is kind of corny, but we thought about renewing our vows again because I think my mom would really love it if we did that in Arkansas, where I came from.
My dad's a Jew, and my mom's a WASP, so that should pretty much say it all. It was a comically dysfunctional family.
