I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.
I've always gotten a positive reaction to doing African-American characters.
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
