Let's Face It: It's Difficult Enough To

I Was A High School Throw-out.

I Just Never Saw My Mother In Any Other Room But The Kitchen. There Were Always Pots Going.

My Mother's Sister Was Killed In A Trolley Car Accident, So I Was Raised As One Of Eight With My Sister And Six Male Cousins.

As A Parent, I'd - I'd Be A Better Father.

Everything My Mother Made Had To Cook For 80 Hours, And When She Made Matzoh Balls She Didn't Know Fluffy. Everything Sank.