I had to marry a Greek; I had to stir up the ethnic pot. Otherwise, my children would have been anemic and sickly. Now they've got some good Mediterranean blood in them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My wife is Greek. I was a non-denomination Christian before we got married.
If I was a Greek citizen I'd be out there trying to bring down this monstrosity that has been put upon those people.
I was spending most of my summers in Greece when I was a little girl, and at boarding school my first room-mate was Greek, so I guess I kind of had that Greek destiny.
My father, who grew up picking olives on the Greek island of Lesbos, was a doctor. So my family expected me to become a physician.
We Greeks are the blacks of Europe.
People try to make a Greek tragedy of my life, and they can't do it. I'm too happy.
He was not like Greek fathers. He didn't tell us to get married. My father thought it was very important that we travel, learn languages, be educated.
I am proud of being a Greek of the diaspora.
Genetically, I'm pure Greek. Psychologically, environmentally, culturally, by choice, I'm a member of the black community.
I have never felt any ethnic connection between the Greeks and me other than how hairy I am.