My Muse: Sabrina I met Sabrina when she was just 17 years old, working at a costume store called The Jen. The owner, Trinity, told her to call me—so she did. When I opened the door and saw her standing there, it was honestly love at first sight. We did a photo shoot that very night in my studio. No overthinking. Just instinct, trust, and creativity. Not long after, we packed up and headed to White Sands National Park—one of those places that changes how you see light, space, and possibility. That was just the beginning. It was the first and last time she ever paid me. She became my Test Model. That is when a Model and Photographer exchange gifts, not money. The Models time in exchange for images. Over the years, Sabrina and I have been everywhere together—eventually taking our work to Los Angeles, shooting in Santa Monica and Malibu, and even attending an 80s/90s reunion with my acting friends at the Sunset Marquis. Sabrina wasn’t just a model I photographed—she became family. A muse in the truest sense. Someone who trusted my vision and grew alongside me, step by step, place by place. This is what real mentorship looks like. Not hype. Not shortcuts. Just showing up, saying yes, and building something meaningful together. 🤍

Life is never one color. There is no white sky without black clouds. And there is no black sky without stars. That star is light. Business is the same. When I started learning digital marketing and CRM automation, I wasn’t confident. I was hungry. I started with a friend. We learned together every day. We were excited. We believed something good would come. After three months, things stopped making sense. My friend quit. Not because he was lazy, but because it felt confusing and heavy. I didn’t quit. Not because I was strong. Not because life was easy. But because I decided I would stay, no matter what. Months passed. I kept learning. I kept failing. I kept showing up. After a while, I realized something. These skills were gold in my hands. After 8 months, I landed my first project. $25. I finished it well. The buyer was happy. He tipped me $75 on a $25 project. I didn’t feel happy because of the money. I felt happy because it meant I finally understood the skill. It meant I solved a real problem for someone. That one buyer referred me to his friend. Two months later, I worked with him. That project paid me over $5,000. That moment changed everything. Life didn’t become perfect. Challenges didn’t disappear. But I was no longer in the same position as before. What made me even happier was seeing my friend again. He saw the change. He started again from scratch. Today, he’s doing well too. This is the power of consistency. Not talent. Not luck. Just staying when others stop. Don’t quit in the season where growth is silent. Roots grow before fruits. If you’re up and down right now, it’s normal. If things feel dark, look for the star. And if you’re tired, rest but don’t quit.

I didn’t pause to celebrate every single membership request as it came in—but I want to take this moment now to say thank you. Thank you to my new friends and my long-time friends for being here, for reading along, and for sharing this space with me. This skool isn’t loud or performative. I don’t always ask the perfect questions or do daily welcome posts the way I see others do—and that’s okay. What matters to me is that this is a real place, built around real stories, shared at a human pace. Reaching 40 members feels meaningful, not because of the number, but because of the people behind it. I’m truly grateful you’re here. 🤍

Evelyn and I met in Tokyo, two girls from Los Angeles who had traveled all the way across the world to chase the same dreams. There was something comforting about seeing another LA girl in a place so far from home. I would run into her at auditions all the time. No matter where we were—casting calls, on the train, or out at night—she always had this calm, sweet energy about her. She was one of those girls everyone liked. Kind, beautiful, and easy to be around. Later on, we would see each other again back in Hollywood. It felt like our paths were meant to cross, no matter what city we were in. The modeling world can be huge, but at the same time, it can feel very small when familiar faces keep showing up in different chapters of your life. I’ve always loved Evelyn. She inspired me because she was from LA too, carrying the same dream, the same spark. Seeing her in Tokyo made me feel less alone in a world that could be overwhelming and unfamiliar. Some people are just meant to cross your path more than once. Evelyn was one of those people for me.

Welcome to Memoir School – Please, Introduce Yourself This is a place for real stories, real memories, and real people. No filters, no fake perfection—just life as it actually happened. If you’ve ever thought about writing your story, even just a little bit, you’re in the right place. When you join, introduce yourself in the comments and answer these three questions: 1. Have you ever thought about writing your own memoir? 2. What part of your life would make the most powerful chapter? 3. What memory still feels vivid, like it happened yesterday? You don’t have to be a “writer” to be here. You just have to have a story—and we all do. Welcome to the journey.