Jenny Scuccimarri
 

You learn a lot growing up in a big Italian family. Simple things like when Grandma tells you to eat, you eat, and don’t you dare go in the room with plastic on the couches. It also taught me to have a thick skin, to love fiercely, and that, if you want your voice heard, you need to speak up, literally and figuratively. These lessons have served me well throughout my life, in my first career in marketing, and when I chose to leave that career to pursue acting. I didn’t always dream of being an actor. I spent most of my childhood and teenage years trying to escape the grip of addiction in my home. But, despite how bad things could get, one place where we found comfort and connection as a family was in stories. I was raised on the great stories of our time—yes, I’m talking about the rise and fall of Anakin Skywalker. Even in the darkest times, those tales of adventure and overcoming obstacles were my safe haven. So, when I found the courage to break away from an unfulfilling life that wasn’t serving me or others meaningfully, I turned to the thing that always brought me the most joy: storytelling. And, like all great stories, the rest is history. Welcome to my second act.