I first found my tribe at a party at the SF Art Institute. I was studying English at San Francisco State and didn’t see much fun on the horizon – though I loved spending time reading books and getting credit for it. In the art students, I found a scepticism, a desire to see past the surface, a refusal to settle for what’s accepted, and also a willingness to let the good times roll that changed my life.
I moved to New York with one of those artists and was a hippy until the wheels fell off. I moved back to the bay area, was scared sober and reinvented a very straight life (including a marriage and a divorce) for about ten years.
For my third act, I dropped out of the conventional world and moved to a zen monastery. I ordained as a zen priest and lived in community for seven years. I now live on the San Francisco Peninsula and work in hospice. If I weren't so funny, I wouldn't be much fun to be around. But I am. The hippy chick I was still lives inside of me; she’s just quieted down a lot. I’m still a very political animal, concerned about social justice and Meaning, and using my work to examine the great question of what it is to be human.
I like to walk, go to good movies and museums, and sit and talk over food. I'm bad at large groups and chitchat. I love unscheduled time and just hanging around.