I’ve been a fan my whole life.
When I was three and a half years old, I heard my big sister tell my mum that at school that day all the kids sat on the floor and watched The Neverending Story. Having never heard of the movie, I concluded that this was what school must be: sitting cross legged on the floor listening to a never-ending story. Page after page. The story never ended which was why school was for 12 years. I couldn’t wait to be old enough to get started.
After six years of Private Practice (which becomes nine years if you include the expanded universe of her parent show Grey’s Anatomy) I’ve come about as close to living my child’s version of school as I could hope to come. Every week while I lived in Shondaland, a fat white script would land in my trailer. Each one was another chapter unfolding the misadventures of the heros and heroines of Seaside Wellness. Even as an actor on the show there was a breathlessness about turning each page, not knowing who was going to fall into bed or fall to pieces next, or how medical history would be made this time.
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