I wanted to share my life story and honor my roots. I am very proud of my family and mother.
I was very sensitive. I liked everything that touched fantasy and beauty. I dreamed of being a ballerina, but Mother said I was too big, too long.
My family couldn't be more supportive. They're worried and they're always in my business, and my mother does send me grad-school applications every now and again.
I love performing, but I never really liked show business. My success is my family. I want to be more successful as a mother.
My mother taught me about the power of inspiration and courage, and she did it with a strength and a passion that I wish could be bottled.
That was the fun of acting, being a blank canvas you could transform into the character - Indian princess, 20s vamp, Mother Courage, Oxford don, 94-year-old wife.
It takes both courage and talent to stand up in front of fellow human beings and make them crack a smile, and at the same time keep it clean.
I have quite a lot of fans in Holland because that is where my mother is from, in fact I have a fan club there, and the fans don't always get the chance to see us drive the cars because getting to races across Europe isn't always possible for them.
My mother was a very talented artist. When she was in jail, we'd write letters back and forth; that was pretty much the only form of communication we had.
We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.
My mother raised me in the church. I was not allowed to stay home on Sunday; there was no option. I sang in the choir all the way up until I went to college.
I hope I'm very similar to my mum because she is a fantastic mother. She was driven as well as being incredibly protective and caring, and I think that is important.
Hope... is the companion of power, and the mother of success; for who so hopes has within him the gift of miracles.
My father was an electrical engineer who worked at Westinghouse in Pittsburgh. When I was growing up, my mother wrote humor columns for the local paper. She was the Erma Bombeck of Murrysville, Pa.
I was always an observer, even as a child. I could be satisfied to sit in a car for 3 hours and just look at the street go by while my mother went shopping.
I like to smile a lot before going in the car. I make jokes, even on the grid, and then I can still manage to focus when it counts.
Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.
My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
My father moved to Hawaii from Brooklyn and my mother came there as a child from the Philippines. They met at a show where my dad was playing percussion. My mom was a hula dancer.
My mother is very emotional as well, but my dad is more of the guts of the family. He was the main preacher, so he kind of had this little Pentecostal flair, but they are born-again.
