Was she a bit Cruella deVille?
My mother was completely coo-coo for cocoa puffs, honey, and I’m very glad about that. She beat to her own drum. My aunts were named John and my uncles were named, you know, Sara, so I grew up in a very open, wild household but, at the same time, we were completely conservative. Don’t drink, don’t do drugs and we didn’t even put on makeup. But my mother was just really realistic about me being different, that I sounded different, that I wore glasses, that I had a scar on my stomach and that it was okay, I didn’t have to fit in. It was all these things I had to adjust to when I was growing up. You know, glasses are nerdy, a scar at 13 doesn’t necessarily make you think that you’re fabulous when it’s right across your stomach and you feel that no guy would ever want to even glance at you. I know, total therapy session! Were you teased quite a bit, then? No, I wasn’t. I think I was more of that kind of spirit who didn’t have a problem because my mother always made me feel that glasses wer
