I Have So Much In My Life.

My Earliest Memories Are Of My Brother, Pointing The Home Video Camera At Me And Saying, "c'mon, Ange, Give Us A Show!" Neither Of My Parents Ever Said, "be Quiet! Stop Talking!" I Remember My Father Looking Me In The Eye And Asking, "what Are You Thinking? What Are You Feeling?" That's What I Do In My Job Now - I Say. "ok, How Do I Feel About This?" And I Immediately Know, Because That's How I Grew Up.

Happy Endings Are Just Stories That Haven't Finished Yet.

Artists Raise Their Kids Differently. We Communicate To The Point Where We Probably Annoy Our Children. We Have Art Around The House, We Have Books, We Go To Plays, We Talk. Our Focus Is Art And Painting And Dress-up And Singing. It's What We Love. So I Think You Can See How Artists In Some Way Raise Other Artists.

Yeah, But Before Anything, I Think In 6 Years Somehow I've Grown Up To Have A Beautiful Home, 2 Beautiful Stepchildren, A Beautiful Husband, My Family Is Healthy And Happy. I'm Financially Ok And I Do What I Love For A Living. That's What I Think, And I Think God, How Did I Get So Lucky.

If Every Choice You Make Comes From An Honest Place, You’re Solid And Nothing Anybody Can Say About You Can Rock You Or Change Your Opinion. It Doesn’t Shake Me Because I Know Why I Do The Things I Do And I Know I Come From A Good Place And So People Can Judge Me However They Wish. But I Know I’ll Continue To Do The Best I Can And Be The Best I Can.