Originally from Yonkers, New York, she grew up hanging out on weekends with the disk jockeys of the local radio station that her father ran, and spent time in the pottery studio with her mom. Her grandparents were a big part of her life, which may explain why she has a penchant for old lace curtains while having a mouth like a truck driver. She loves cooking her grandmother’s Italian recipes for company, is often seen wearing a scarf and carrying a cup of coffee (no matter the weather), and has a mean left hook.
Somewhere right in the heart of her is where grounded feet meet a gypsy soul.
She has a passion for gritty cop shows and quirky small towns. No one is ever sure how she knows all of the words to the songs that come over the loudspeaker at Marshalls and Trader Joe’s (see above experience with Dad). Who doesn't like to jam out to Dan Fogelberg when they are shopping?! (Mom gets credit for that one).
Her last name means “little mosquito” (or little pest, as her grandfather used to say) ... she likes to focus that energy on the African proverb belief that you're never too small to make a difference.
She currently lives in Los Angeles with the man who lights her way when she can't see it.
But it's true - you can take the girl out of Yonkers, but you can’t take the Yonkers out of the girl!
She can’t wait to share stories with you ~