My mother would never let me in the kitchen. I always wanted to cook, but I was never allowed to. Her view of the world was, 'Cooking is my job, and studying is your job.' I think, in retrospect, she didn't like the chaos. She was very orderly. It had to be her way.
The truth is, I'm proud of the life I've lived so far, and though I've made my share of mistakes, I have no regrets.

