My mom was a folk singer and Celtic harpist. My dad was in a barbershop quartet and my great grandma was an opera singer. As I grew up, I discovered pop music and Top 40 radio, but it was in the '90s, so music was very different then - it was really lyrical.
When I was growing up in New Jersey, my mom would regularly take my sister and I into the city to see shows. I have many fond memories of standing in the half-price ticket line in Times Square and going to matinees.
My mom is American, so I was raised in her household in my formative years.
I like anywhere with a beach. A beach and warm weather is all I really need. I like going to Florida - to Miami and to visit my mom in Fort Meyers.
My mom and I built a guest house on my property so that my mom could help me fostering animals. I do multiple fosters a month.
My mom was a free spirit, and she brought me up to be a free spirit.
I'm able to shift gears from mom to performer to mom pretty quickly.
I must admit, even though I'm the product of two Jewish parents, I think the Irish temper got in there somewhere, so I'm going to check Mom's genealogy.
I've had asthma my whole life. My mom used to hook the generator up to the Suburban and roll the extension cord all the way down to the football field and have my nebulizer hooked up to that so I could take treatments in between offense and defense. I was in the fifth grade when she started doing that.
I'm not bothered by the idea of getting old, or I guess you could say by having arrived at old. I was 10 when my mom turned 55. For 1955, she was a very old mom.
My mom is from Ghana, and my dad is from Detroit, so I would go back and forth to Africa a lot.
My mom is from Ghana, and my dad is from the States, so even in my family when I was growing up, my mom said I was the American one, and my dad said I was the weird African one.
There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
Morality and its victim, the mother - what a terrible picture! Is there indeed anything more terrible, more criminal, than our glorified sacred function of motherhood?
When I started go-go dancing on tables for a living, I didn't want to tell my mom or my dad. I made 25 dollars a night, and I was able to make my rent, with the four girls I lived with.
Everybody's darkness is different. My darkness came from my mom having pancreatitis and almost dyin'. And what I noticed was that the darkness ain't goin' nowhere.
It was sort of just a family sport. My mom and dad were pretty keen golfers when I was young and so were my grandparents, and I just sort of tagged along with them.
My mom is a really good cook. We used to make dumplings together.
He knows my limitations and where I'm a good wife and a good mom.
For now I'm just enjoying being a mom. I don't want to be more famous and more rich. I want to be a good mom.
