dancing with jeff goldblum

and getting choked by Isabella Rossellini

In October, on my dad’s one-year death anniversary, one of my dear friends sat with me while we looked at childhood photos of me and my dad. In most of the photos, my dad and I are not in the same picture, because I was in Los Angeles auditioning, screen testing and often working as a child actor and he was back home in Minnesota, also working, but as a…