I’ve always believed being beautiful would promise love and a life with less heartache.

So I became a model…actually, a hand model. Technically speaking, a “parts” …
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According to the stats-counter on my website, I’m occasionally searched as “Adele Uddo gay?” Guess the pussycat’s out of the bag. Believe it or not, …
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It should come as no shock that advertising is a universe of smoke and mirrors. The perfectly polished pictures we see in magazines and commercials …
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The last time I was in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, I was six years old parading around as voodoo queen, Marie Laveau. Like most …
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There’s a fine and excruciating line between dreams and nightmares.

When I was 12 years old, I went to New York City for the first time. …
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If asked about God, the 10-year-old inside me would pull a picture of my dad.

Even today, I relate my highest and happiest moments …
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Recently, I traveled to New Orleans and stayed at my Grandmother’s home, a stately symbol of stability, much like its elegant owner, Adele Uddo (The …
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As I type away, chestnuts roast in the kitchen (not quite on an open fire, but still). This holiday season I’m filled with an unusual …
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I often feel like something is wrong, as if I’m missing out, or simply missing the point. Like an ever-present prompt, reminding me that the …
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Today I worked on a commercial, but instead of retiring in boredom to my usual cubbyhole next to wardrobe, I was entertained by the wonderfully …
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You may recall my grandfather Honey, was born with a hemangioma birthmark, and thought by his own mother to have been marked by the Devil.

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The concept of family for me was defined most by my Aunt Nettie (my mom’s eldest sister) and my Uncle Frank (my dad’s cousin). Two …
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