August marks 18 years since I left England behind and made the Bay Area my home. 18 years since my carefully-crafted English vowels started blending into the North American ones; 18 years since I started no longer sounding like the Queen of England; 18 years since no bus driver has said “what?!” to my “Sutter/Stockton” or a flight attendant “say that again?!” to my pronunciation of “water”.
Read MoreAt the age of 17, I played the role of a mother to a 9 year old in the big blockbuster “Little Bird of Happiness” (“Parandeye Kuchake Khoshbakhti”) directed by Pouran Derakhshandeh. At the time, I had little emotional resources to relate to the feeling of a mother. I was a teenager with a strong Stanislavsky training under my belt and an immense natural motherly instinct, but none of these got me closer to the truth in those scenarios.
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