I’m in the business of telling wonderful, wild, succulent stories, where anything and everything is possible. Sometimes I tell them as an actor, sometimes a writer and most recently as an Executive Producer, but I used to believe the only way I’d survive is if I told them as an actor. It’s no surprise then that very often I live in the midst of fanciful dreams, fairy tale scenarios and a boundless world of opportunities. As an only child I would spend hours creating stories of love and betrayal between my Barbie dolls, I would swim in my pool imagining myself as a mermaid trying to meet her land locked lover, and I would always twirl in front of the mirror knowing someday I would fulfill these aspirations and become an Actor, I’d become a Star!

As you grow up and the moonlight fades, dreams become less attainable, more hurdles rise with the breaking of each dawn, blocking those childlike pictures of what the future would hold. I won’t tell the same stories I wanted to tell twirling in front of the mirror and I won’t tell them in the way I had planned, but I will still make sure the world hears the tales of people who have truly lived; harsher, unfeigned, powerful, tales of survivors; intoxicating tales of passion, love and failure; stories that don’t simply belong amongst the stars, but those that can survive the harsh light of day.