My mom died of cancer when I was really young. I’m not someone who tries to work out their own stuff with a role, but I think that happened despite my best efforts to keep myself separate from it.
My mom’s collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I’m not just saying that because she’s my mom. She’s got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.
I like my name. My mom named me after a song by the 1970s group Bread. So, it’s meaningful, and I like the song. It’s a love song – kind of – but it’s kind of depressing and dark.
I’m not blaming my mom for my life because I am responsible for me, and nobody can change me or ruin me easier than I can.