Even as a little girl, they wanted me to think of a future career, as a, you know, as a interior designer, or a lawyer, or something like that.
I’d say to my dad, ‘I want to be a writer.’ and he’d say journalist.
I’d say I wanted to have a refuge for stray cats, and he’d say veterinarian.
I’d say I wanted to be an actress, and he’d say TV newscaster.
It was this constant conversion of my fanciful ambition into these practical, money-making ventures.
