In my ideal world, no child would suffer. Charitable instincts would prevail. There would be global acceptance of all different types of people.
My mother taught me that we all have the power to achieve our dreams. What I lacked was the courage.
I know that I've got big ears and a big forehead and that my hair sticks up. But I'm happy with myself. I'm not necessarily trying to win a beauty pageant here.
If my career detour from special education to singing has done one thing, it has afforded me the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others.
I cannot raise a child to lie or to hide things. I wasn't raised that way, and I'm not going to raise a child to do that.