When I was four years old, every week my mother drove me to Suzuki violin with Mr. Flanick. And every week he used to say: “If you don’t practice this week I’ll suck your blood out.” At four years old, this seemed a viable threat. At some point, complaints about Mr. Flanick’s methods became too much for the nuns, and mom had to find me another teacher. She was getting tired of my screeching, but giving up was not an option. Heck, I was already a hit with the cafeteria ladies at school because I could play Twinkle Twinkle standing on my head. So the basement became my new practice spot. Eventually, I made good and joined up with the Cleveland Orchestra Youth Orchestra. But for years when people asked why I was so thin, I’d say my mom locked me in the basement and wouldn’t feed me until I practiced my violin. She really hates that.
Every role tells a story, and it's been my privilege to spin some great tales up on stage. I got my Masters in acting from Case Western Reserve University, but my favorite practice to bring life up on the stage in all its messy glory is living a little myself (just for practice of course).