Some memories just stay with you. There’s one in particular I’ve hung onto for some reason, like an old snapshot pulled from a box full of memories. In fact, the more time goes by the more it seems like it never really happened. But it did.
I don’t remember the first time I saw it, or how many times I’ve watched it since then.
All I know is that my unabashed love for Dirty Dancing was born in the age of VHS, when the…
I’m an actress and live in Hollywood, a town that suffers from honestaphobia. If you’re approaching 40, casting directors, producers, agents, and friends who want you to fail will add five years to whatever age you give them. If you’re approaching 50, they will add ten years. If you’re…
