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.
I like my name. My mom named me after a song by the 1970s group Bread. So it's meaningful and I like the song. It's a love song – kind of – but it's kind of depressing and dark.
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I have a 16 year-old son so I'm now a soccer mom. I stand on the sidelines and I hear the things parents are saying so I want them to understand what it is their kids are feeling in any sports environment.
