No, not a fashion model. A giraffe. Today’s entry is about a giraffe named Patches, who is the mascot at my kids’ school. This has nothing to do with modeling, but a lot to do with the moments that make motherhood worth the whiny background noise. At the risk of becoming one of...

It’s college graduation time. Most models—at least female ones—never set foot on a college campus; their feet are occupied walking runways during those prime pretty years. But, a handful of smarty-pant posers prove that a girl can have it all. Some juggle studying and strutting....

I don’t have anything to say today that’s better than what my kids wrote for me: The most important thing about you, mom, is that you are generous. You take me to auditions all the time, out of the blue, and you don’t care if I don’t do well or if I do. You just care if...

If anyone had a reason to check my ID when I was modeling, it would have been to confirm I was of retirement age. Models were put out to pasture at 21. Agencies in New York wouldn’t see new faces past age 18. Like all of my “ancient” modeling friends, I rarely revealed my...

We just got back from Disney World. I definitely need a vacation to recover from my “vacation” (as one friend said, Disney is a “trip,” not a vacation). Only there’s no money left for a vacation or a trip, because Mickey Mouse took it all. I think next time my...