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There are people who went to prison, died, gave their life so Obama could be president of the United States.

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Lela Rochon

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Death marks our careers as actors – it’s often what flings us back into unemployment, the unknown, the insecurity that is the true constant in our profession… and it must be celebrated.

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For my kids, I cook everything. We have dinner every night, pretty much, just the four of us: my husband and me and our two kids.

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May 5, 2024

For my kids, I cook everything. We have dinner every night, pretty much, just the four of us: my husband and me and our two kids.

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May 5, 2024

Death marks our careers as actors – it’s often what flings us back into unemployment, the unknown, the insecurity that is the true constant in our profession… and it must be celebrated.

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