My hair journey involved a lot of trying to figure out how to deal with my hair as a bi-racial girl in a white community living in Long Island, N.Y., where no one had a clue what to do with it.

I'm proud of where I'm from. I'm proud of Long Island.

I am who I am: an Irish Catholic kid, working class from Long Island. And I made it big.

Someone peeled back the surface of our town, and the whole country saw what was underneath. By Easter 1980 we were creepier than Amityville.

I thought it's very funny that I ended up as a voiceover guy because when I started out as an actor, I had a very strong Long Island accent.

When I was 13, I began relaxing my hair, and that meant when I turned 18 it began to crack and fall off, and when I began anchoring, I had short, stubbly pieces of hair. And trying to report in San Francisco with fog meant my hair swelled.