Leave it to me to instinctively choose the exact moment when not just Steem but cryptocurrency at large decides to fall off a cliff to voraciously triple down on my efforts to establish a foothold among

I have a dark confession to make: I love dead baby jokes. I always have. The creepier the better. I’m thinkng about doing a photo series with dolls to reinnact some of my favorites. But meanwhile, I’ll

I’ve never met anyone who didn’t love bagels. I know some people are hyperventilating just looking at this because they believe that these evil bread sirens are pure calorie bombs. And that’s not entirely

(My Mother when she was not much older than I am now) Six years ago today my mother succumbed, finally losing her 12 year battle with COPD. Ironically, she’d quit smoking eight years prior to her diagnosis.

Reflections mesmerize me, holding me hostage, occupying my attention for hours on end. Reflections of anything. Everything. Even myself. This isn’t a narcissistic impulse. It’s me...trying to unravel a

I’m so excited! These iPhone street portraits will be exhibited this spring in Florence and Rome. It’s quite surreal to have my work traveling the globe when I can barely afford to pay my rent. But then

I imagine if Sisyphus were real and modern and lived in L.A., he’d be pushing a dumpster perpetually around the Santa Monica pier, trying to keep up with the waste and the excess and the constant influx

I have a thing for heads. Doll heads, mannequin heads, sculpted heads. They can be attached to bodies but that’s just incidental for the most part. As long as they’re weird, I find them wonderful. The

I love thrift shops and antique marts and flea markets. Always have. You have to dig through a lot of scary junk but occasionally you find a divine treasure. Something timeless and priceless that you just

Descending the staircase, Mr. Bicknell allowed the tips of his fingers to gently tickle the smooth walnut banister as his ship swayed to the waltz of the salty sea. Deep breaths filled his head with

I’m not sure when I stopped feeling like I was in control of the world around me. Maybe I never did. Maybe everything I’ve ever had - ever done - maybe I fell into all of it. And believed I was powerless.

There are days I cannot wait to move out of Los Angeles. It’s stiflingly expensive. It’s transient and superficial. It’s crowded. It can take two hours to travel 15 miles and that’s assuming you survive

I’m not a big fan of surfer action shots. In general my feeling is that while they are dynamic, they’re all pretty much the same. But I have this soft spot for surfers, their suits, their boards. This

It may be boring. It may be pedestrian and mundane. But I’m fascinated with lights. Lights that slice through the night. Lights that forge a path. Lights that offer comfort in the bleakest of places. Lights

When we were little, my sister and I were thrown together for sheer survival. We were often left alone...figuratively but also quite literally. And as a result, we formed an extreme codependency, a strange

It’s rainy days in Los Angeles. But even though life centers around the pacific coast, we are a dry people. We lose all sense of equilibrium when the sky opens up. We become shadows and move like liquid

On 1 March I embarked on a journey of enthusiastic experimentation to see if I could truly affect my position on Steemit. Almost immediately I learned what I already knew: There is no one-size-fits-all

I’m a sucker for geometry. Even before I had a camera for a brain I was mesmerized by shapes and patterns and how they form the foundation of the physical world which manifests around us. I’m also enthralled

Walls are works of art. The older they get, the more character they develop. Cracks, imperfections, textures. They take on lives of their own. It’s easy to find epic walls. Every city has them. Every

As I opened the childproof bottle, shook out two pills, and arranged them on a flat surface, my husband asked, “What are you taking?” “Nothing,” came my knee-jerk response before the last sound wave had