Born to an Irish-American mother of great beauty and kindness and a boxer/scientist/artist father who emigrated from Iran.
Bowed to the King and Queen of Thailand on the streets of Bangkok at age 5.
Believes herself to be an honorary Puerto Rican (will sing you the Puerto Rican national anthem, anywhere, anytime).
Loved to watch surfers and fighter planes ride it in nice and easy at Ramey Air Force Base, P.R.
Studied dance with Stone & Camryn in burly Chicago and in the Iowa heartland.
Left home at 15 (with her parents' tremulous, but generous, blessing).
Performed with The Ballet of the Dolls in Minneapolis, MN.
Was a dancing lion, among other characters, at Children’s Theatre Company in Minneapolis (whoever stole her Yamaha guitar out of the women’s dressing room – a birthday present from her parents, for God’s sake – she hopes you put it to good use).
Directed summer theater in Michigan, worked at Ellen Stewart’s La Mama’s ETC on East 4th street way back in the day.
Lived in roach-infested Hoboken apts with two guys and then three guys before the fires (um… gentrification) started.
Had a glorious time and made many errors in judgment and of the heart.
Sat on the old Hudson docks and cried the night Marvin Gaye died.
Waitressed at…a lot of places.
Drove a 1973 Pontiac LeMans – V8 engine - fast and never with a seatbelt (learned the hard way).
Received her undergrad degree, eventually, from the University of Minnesota.
Co-wrote an article on scapegoating and the Causes of War (duh).
Applied to Harvard Law School on a personal dare; got in; said hi! to the young man who went on to become POTUS; spent a fair amount of time at the Brattle Theatre; didn’t shake Dean Clark’s hand.
Joined the legion of naïve, earnest and seriously in debt law students putting on the corporate drag in New York City.
Spent her new money on a new Yamaha picked up on 48th Street.
Married; had her beautiful first child -- things couldn't have been better.
Got the stuffing kicked out of her when her son was diagnosed with infantile spasms and, eventually, autism.
Stumbled, stopped and gave it all up to care for her son.
Had her beautiful second child; moved to Jersey.
Kept the faith; had her beautiful third child.
Started acting up about equal access and equal rights for people with disabilities.
Joined a merry band of biotech attorneys.
Picked up that guitar, shook herself awake and began, again, to write and play and sing.