I am a mix of paradoxes: a third generation Californian who grew up in New York City. The first woman in my mother's family to attend college, now with a doctorate. A Cherokee related to Davy Crockett. An intellectual who does stand up. An artist who is good at business. A city gal living in the country. Go figure! I am at work on a memoir that examines some of these contradictions.
The pictures above are my father with his beloved collie dog Bob, a shot I took in Tribeca in the late '80s, my maternal Cherokee great grandmother playing her National in a Country Western band that toured the West Coast during the Depression and my paternal grandmother Weedie and my great aunt Tootie at the beach in Maryland in the early '20s.
I was born in Pasadena in 1961. Family is really important to me, probably because I lost mine at an early age - my mother took me to New York City when I was three and didn't meet my father and his side of the family until I was 17. She died not long afterwards, and he died about fifteen years later. I am married to the most wonderful husband ever, the writer Mark Onspaugh and we have two quirky cats. I went to Nightingale Bamford for twelve years and am blessed to still have dear friends from those tender times.
I have run companies, been a managing editor of an art & fashion magazine, had my own art gallery, worked in the food business a few times, wrote mail order catalogs, taught art history at Cal State Northridge and elsewhere and have traveled to Europe, China, Canada and even Tunisia. I speak fluent French and German, sing and dance, and do readings with my own modern tarot cards.