I write mostly about life growing up in L.A. in the 70's, I'm talking about dolphin shorts and feathered hair, my skateboard, Farrah Fawcett and Bennie And The Jets. I teach yoga, occasionally sling cocktails in a Hollywood bar and I write, mostly in the middle of the night... I have weird hours. And I love L.A. It's 90 degrees in February.

What I love: super gory slasher horror movies. Way to go, Wes Craven and Toby Hooper. Hannibal Lecter has a way of sneaking into almost everything I write. I don't know what's wrong with me... I think The Exorcist is a masterpiece. I was born in Santa Monica, in the same exact hospital room as my father. I grew up on the beach, I listened to The Beatles, and I ended up being kind of a dark little hippie. I go barefoot a lot. I knew I wanted to write when I read The Great Gatsby.

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." –F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

So these days I'm digging my guitar, my dogs, and my hot Australian husband. I could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. I have a gigantic fear of heights and flying. And fire. I wish I knew how to speak French. And I could listen to The Dark Side Of The Moon all night long.

~ Studio 54 Opened. Elvis Died. Charles Manson May Have Escaped.

~ Give Me My Sin Again

~ Foxes

~ Death By Misadventure