I got tackled once in a movie theater. I was with my mom and brother and then suddenly I got hit from behind and sort of sprawled out on the candy counter.

My brother Jim and I spent many wonderful summers working on dairy farms in Wisconsin owned by Mom's cousins and as members of our local Boy Scout troop.

I can't remember a time when my mom didn't work. She has forever been on the move: a go-getter. When my brother Adel and I had a paper route as kids my mom would get up before us at the crack of dawn to drop off the Washington Post at different corners.

Growing up with three older brothers and being the youngest and the only girl my mom always made me tough. She's taught me over the years how to be a strong independent woman how to carry yourself in a positive way and anything that my brothers can do I can do.

The most important thing in my father's life? World peace. Me and my brother. My mom.

My mom is many times responsible for getting us all together but we trade off at each other's houses. My brother and I are actors and are traveling a lot of our job.

I would go visit my mom on Sundays and my brother was working on stuff. I'd go in there and sing a little melody then we started working with words and the next thing you know it was just born organically without really trying.

My brother Trevor is theatrically trained. I used to watch him when I was younger and I was in love with it. It just seemed really fun to be someone else. So I begged my mom she was hesitant but she eventually allowed me. And it turned out well I guess.

I was raised in Boston by three older brothers and a very strong and empowering single mom.

Miami Beach - that's where I grew up in a middle-class Jewish family led by my maternal grandfather. Me my great-grandmother - a Holocaust survivor who was my roommate - my grandparents my mom and her brother all shared a four-bedroom house.