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See that baby? That’s me. It’s my own baby face not photoshopped on my own baby body. God, what I’d give for that hair again!

I was born in Brooklyn. A chubby kid with a little bit of a stutter, I couldn’t pronounce the letter 'R' until I was in the third grade.

As a young kid, I used to write poems as clues to where I hid my family’s gifts. The poems were good. They rhymed perfectly, and we always a little weird. Even better were my ability to hide things. There are still a few gifts missing. (Sorry Mom about Mother's Day 1991.)

When I was in kindergarten, I was chosen to be the head shepherd in my school’s Christmas pageant. This actually provied my first performance opportunity, my first line in a play: “Let us be truly thankful.” I rocked it. My sister was pissed I got a solo and she didn’t. That, too, made me thankful.

I sang alone for the first time in front of an audience when I was 15 years old. The solo was four words long. “Shorter Hours, Higher Wages" from A New Argentina in my high school’s production of Evita. ) My solo proved that I could make a dramatic moment out of little material. Also, that I will always be a bit political and that high schools shouldn’t do Evita.

In college (Go Orange!), I played many roles that were way too old for me. I still do this. My dream is to do a one-man Cocoon.

I have been writing the whole time.  I wrote poems, attempted several blogs and even gave myself a challenge to write a limerick every day for a year.

Now I write and act for a living. I am very lucky.

And for that, I am truly thankful.