A group of us started a community center in Santa Monica. We've tried different programs, and three have worked really well. A poetry group. Once a week we visit Venice High and talk to girls at risk.

Having Zoe saved my life. It was my wake-up call. There were so many things I didn't want to pass on to her.

I felt devalued and disrespected. The energy behind it felt disingenuous and motivated by corporate profit.

I was literally the black sheep of the family, and there were definitely moments of discomfort while my grandmother was working through her racism.

I'm learning more and more that love plus attachment equals pain.

I'm a shy person. I don't know if it's in my DNA to share with the world.

I have a desire to create more film, more beauty, more art, more love, but I don't feel desperate. It's not about creating or building a career.