Annitsa (It's Ukrainian.)

This is far too overdue. I've been thinking about it for a long time, wondering how to even start. I can't adequately do it justice, but I have to say it today. My mom. Pam. I've felt she's deserved a book written about how extraordinary she is. See, she's the one you mistakenly overlook because of her steady untroubled presence. Here is where the world has gone wrong. She's not showy. She's not full of drama or intrigue. And if you've made the misstep of underestim

Tonight I find myself sitting alone in my room, crying. It's the kind of flooding tears that come about from something that has been stirring inside for a long while. The thing about trauma is that it doesn't go away. Just like all of life that happened before. I've spoken about how that morning phone call about my brother's heart attacks was the worst moment in my life. I still find myself waking in the middle of the night reliving every second of that day. Every second

I wanted to share some shots that Jenna Jones took a while back. It's been so so so hot here these days that I just want to reminisce about being out and about when your face doesn't melt off. She has done several series with me as the subject (ooof, poor girl!), and I'll make sure to share them between weekly posts. She's super talented and an amazing director as well. Her eye is unique (and also huge, she's got big blues like I do ;)), and it's important to recognize f

The City of Angels. Let's be real. I've had such a love/hate relationship with this ginormous place, and tomorrow is my nine year anniversary. I came here from NYC fleeing a breakup, stars in my eyes, a fresh start on the horizon. What I got were some of the most difficult times in my life. Still, I have much for which to be thankful here. We'll take a trip down memory lane if you'll be so kind to indulge me. My best friend Jess and I met up in LA for one week a month b