I Think All Of Us Have Our

My Mom Grew Up In Poverty In Oklahoma - Like Dust Bowl, Nine People In One Room Kind Of Place - And The Way She Got Out Of Poverty Was Through Education. My Dad Grew Up Without A Dad, With Very Little And He Also Made His Way Out Through Education.

The News Of My Pregnancy Got Out When I Was In The Middle Of My First Trimester. I Hadn't Even Had A Chance To Tell My Friends. That Alone Was So Ugly. It Made Me Hyper-protective ... I Feel Uncomfortable With People Reading Too Much About My Pregnancy Or My Relationship. It Grosses Me Out. It's Too Sweet To Read About Or Dissect.

My World Was A Community Ballet School, A Marching Band, My Two Sisters And My Girlfriends. I Played Saxophone In The Band And Was A Bit Nerdy.

I Rebelled By Not Getting Straight A's And Not Following The Path That My Elder Sister Did. She Was Valedictorian And Is Very Exemplary In Her Way. I Look A Lot Like Her, So I Just Had To Do The Opposite. Not That I Got Bad Grades, But I Was All About Performance And Just Finding Any Way That I Could To Be Involved In Any Kind Of Production.

You Stick To The Script, The Script Is Bible.