I was born with a full head of curly, black hair. I became a natural blonde within a few weeks, and have remained so ever since.

This was my Cindy Brady phase. My parents always put my hair in piggytails, and everyone called me Cindy Brady. for years. I hated it. But I love that my brother always made this face when he took pictures. Classic Nicky Rad.

A pumpkin for my first Halloween. My parents must not have loved me. Or really wanted to embarrass me one day. Little did they know it would be almost impossible to embarrass me.


Please note that my room is pink. It was always pink. I think this is why I no longer enjoy the color. My parents instilled serious gender roles in us. I became a ballet dancer and my brother an athlete. I had a pink room and he had a blue room.


I had only one hobby as a girl. Ballet. I lived and breathed dance. Seriously, I don't remember doing anything else from ages 5-14. Just ballet. And I loved it.

As young Maggie in A Chorus Line. Note the awesome red lipstick on me. I was maybe twelve (I'm on the far left). We were in a number called At The Ballet. My love for the theatre was born here.


I love Lorie. Please don't hate me for posting this. I couldn't resist. :) We were at a cast party for Mirror Mirror, our high school improv show.


More theatre. Another Mirror Mirror.

The Man Who Came to Dinner. I'm the one in the blue dress. I loved that show.


Student One-Acts at BC my first year. Yes, that was my costume. And the two guys standing next to me became good friends of mine. And the one on the left may have been my boyfriend.


Photography - my junior year of high school. I was just starting to learn. I had a lot to learn (still do).

And just for kicks...Justin Timberlake and his fellow Nsyncer's. They came to the East Hills Mall back in the day. I waited in line and got his autograph. And this picture!!! Check out that hair. Who knew how much of a sex symbol he'd become.