I have not been to Cuba, though if you count the stories my grandma told me growing up, I've been there in my head many times. I think someday I will see it, when things are different there, but I've come to feel like I really am a Miami girl.

When I left for college, my mom really latched on to the dog; She started buying him little outfits and calling him our brother, but that's as far as it got.

While my college had done an excellent job recruiting me, I had no road map for what I was supposed to do once I made it to campus.

It seems disrespectful to my parents who left... to hear their story over and over again which always ends with... 'and I'll never go back as long as anyone in the Castro family is in power.' Well, what happens if you can go back? Would you want to see things?

I was lucky because my mother worked extremely hard, and our family always had food to eat.

I keep saying this to everyone: 'Grand Masti' is a family film that the entire family needs to watch - independently!

To some extent, people who are insane are nonconformists, and society and their family wish they would live what appear to be useful lives.

My family has great stature. And with the right type of training, I was able to put on weight.