This week I called my mom because… she set a boundary with me.

And naturally… I challenged her on it :)

It's been a week where social media has had a lot to say. People are coming for my mom for loving me and my brother for being gay, while at the same time people think I'm in a feud with NeNe Leakes after a post I made. The truth is way less juicy.

It made me realize how one post can create so many different narratives. Even within our own family, something was shared this week that didn't feel accurate to me, and it sparked a bigger conversation about why I feel the need to hold people accountable when I don't think they're telling the truth.

So it turned into a bigger conversation about what gets said… and what doesn't.

And in my mom's case… what doesn't get said is anything about her sex life.

Even though I'm over here sharing everything with her.

So what do I do?

I decide to play 'Never Have I Ever.'

And let's just say… she was not prepared to hear all of that again.

This week I called my mom because… she set a boundary with me.

And naturally, I challenged her on it :)

It's been a week where social media has had a lot to say. People are coming for my mom for loving me and my brother for being gay, while at the same time people think I'm in a feud with NeNe Leakes after a post I made. The truth is way less juicy.

It made me realize how one post can create so many different narratives. Even within our own family, something was shared this week that didn't feel accurate to me, and it sparked a bigger conversation about why I feel the need to hold people accountable when I don't think they're telling the truth.

So it turned into a bigger conversation about what gets said… and what doesn't.

And in my mom's case… what doesn't get said is anything about her sex life.

Even though I'm over here sharing everything with her.

So what do I do? I decide to play 'Never Have I Ever.'

And let's just say… she was not prepared to hear all of that again.

This week I called my mom because… I didn't feel like myself anymore.

So I did something random and a little unexpected. I went to visit Marilyn Monroe.

Standing at her grave, in the middle of Los Angeles, turned into something bigger than I thought. It made me question everything I've been taught about this industry… especially the idea that you're supposed to be seen and not heard. Because right now, I'm in a season where I'm shedding an old version of myself and trying to step into one that actually uses their voice… and I don't fully know what that looks like yet.

At the same time, I've been struggling. And my mom, being 3,000 miles away, feels completely helpless. We talk about what it's like for her to watch me go through something she can't fix, and how hard that is when all she wants to do is make it better. Because sometimes support isn't fixing anything… it's just staying on the phone, staying present, and sitting in it together.

It's one of those episodes where I'm not showing up with answers… I'm kind of in it while we're recording. But it felt important to say it out loud anyway.

This week I called my mom because… family therapy hit a wall.

Me, my mom, and my brother couldn't get past a hurdle, so we brought in backup, my boyfriend. We're joined by Brett and Jordy, who give us the outside perspective we probably needed and definitely weren't ready for. Let's just say, everyone gets called out.

Before that, we start a little chaotic. My Lexapro ordeal (yes, I dropped it in the toilet), my mom's ShopRite parking lot drama (because Barb does not play about shopping cart etiquette), and my own run-in at Trader Joe's.

And of course… premiered. I open up about a feeling that came up watching it that I've never experienced on any other show I've worked on.

It's honest, messy, and one of those episodes where we're all forced to look at ourselves a little closer.

This week I called my mom because I was literally showing her the place she was going to live in in Los Angeles… and then the universe had other plans. I thought Barb was one step closer to Hollywood, but not so fast.

From there, we get very Hollywood. With the Real Housewives of Rhode Island premiere coming up, I'm talking to my mom about casting and developing the show and what it feels like being so close to something I helped build.

Then we flip it and put my mom in the hot seat. Questions come in from you all asking her about my journey over the last decade… and she covers everything. From The Real Housewives to Love Is Blind, Vanderpump Rules, and E! News, we get into the good, the bad, and the messy.

We revisit the moments I thought I was "making it," the ones that didn't go as planned, and of course… the phone calls she had to take through all of it.

It's honest, a little chaotic, and a full-circle moment hearing my story through her perspective.

This week I called my mom because I feel like I need to get my shit together. From feeling stuck in my routine to spiraling about how to get my groove back, we get into my curiosity around trying to quiet the food noise and why I feel like I need some kind of reset.

Somehow that turns into a very real conversation about confidence, especially after noticing that someone who used to be in my DMs when the gym was a bigger part of my life unfollowed me. It shouldn't matter, but it did, and it opened up a bigger conversation about self-worth and how much we tie that to how we look.

But the bigger thing weighing on me this week is where I stand in Hollywood. After the Oscars, I couldn't shake the feeling of being around people who view me as not on their level, even though I know what I bring to the table. That feeling only got worse after I didn't get invited to something I was really excited about, and being told it's essentially because I'm "not an influencer" and don't have the following.

It lit a fire in me to keep showing up and sharing my journey, but at the same time, I'm scared that using my voice could cost me the career I've spent the last decade building.

The pressure, the insecurity, and the fear of losing everything I've worked for. That's showbiz, baby. xo

This week is Oscars weekend, so naturally I called my mom to talk about the difference between the glamorous moments everyone sees on the red carpet and the chaos that actually happens behind the scenes. We relive some of my red carpet horror stories over the years, including the time an Emmy winner asked me for $10 for someone "special" in his life.

Somehow the conversation turns into beauty hacks for surviving the heat on the red carpet, which leads my mom to confess that when I was younger she tried using her pads as armpit inserts for me. Let's just say it didn't quite work out and one ended up lost on a dance floor.

We also talk about the awkward reality of working with someone who unfollowed you on social media but still pretends like everything is perfectly normal in person. Personally, I can't get down like that.

And finally we answer a listener question that puts my mom in the hot seat about what it's really like when I call her and unload everything going on in my life. The good, the bad and the very hot mess this week (no pun intended).

This week my boyfriend triggered a childhood memory and it opened up a bigger conversation between me, my brother Brett, and my mom that we've actually been unpacking in family therapy. We talk about family triggers and how no matter how old you get, they always seem to show up.

I also tell my mom about an awkward encounter with my doctor where I somehow ended up apologizing for my grooming situation not being up to par LOL...

We talk about the upcoming Oscars that I'm working, one of my worst celebrity encounters, and I try to get my mom caught up on the pop girlies after seeing Zara Larsson live ;)

This week, I called my mom because I'm a hot ass mess right now.

I told her I'm locking in with what I eat again and somehow 48 hours later I've already ordered McDonald's for breakfast and I'm running on three hours of sleep, so clearly I'm thriving ;)

We talk about cutting people off and why I don't give endless chances. I've watched my mom be so kind her whole life and I've seen people take advantage of that, which has caused her a lot of pain. Now I'm dealing with something in real time with a friend and trying to figure out when enough is enough.

I give my mom and update about my dad. After I finally responded to his message, he surprisingly reached back out, but his response feels like we're already off to a rocky start.

This week, I called my mom because putting myself out there more has been bringing up things I didn't expect.

Sharing more of myself online has felt freeing, but it's also made me realize how much of myself I've been editing for years. Especially the kid who learned early on that being fully himself could make him a target.

I gave her an update on where things stand with my dad since last week and how I'm navigating it.

Then Brett joins us and we get into something that's come up in family therapy: if someone in our family does something that bothers us, is it better to address it in the moment or talk about it privately?