I burn a lot of stuff. My son, bless his heart, eats it anyway. But he makes a face!
My priority is my son and my husband, and I have a lot of spinning plates, so I try to make sure they're not one of them.
I take the subway all the time here in New York. I love people watching and trying to figure out everybody's background, especially teenagers - they're so uninhibited when they display puppy love. I concoct stories in my mind: 'Are you guys like Romeo and Juliet?'
My dad worked two jobs and moved us to the suburbs, and just being a black person, I went through a lot of racism and being called names and being bullied every single day. And it was hard. I didn't have any friends.