ESS EFF: Falling into embrace!

Welcome dearhearts and blurry cultural adjustments! The very first night my memory flickers with 48 hours spent without REM sleep, but Zombi at Bottom of the Hill was a perfect soundtrack for whiskey-fueled reunions and sentimental journeys.









The ubiquitous look of the Northern Cali and my past. Beautiful, nowhere and everywhere.









This is a family portrait with my Mother, the sassy Yoda looker and my two cousins. This marks the first time I have seen Amy since she became a healer and the first time since Lucas was diagnosed with acute schizophrenia. The three of us undertook the journey to pick him up at a halfway house filled with interesting young men and take him out for sushi, his choice. I was nervous because every time we looked at each other, I though about all our conversations years ago about psychic phenomena and I could tell he was reading my mind.






It's a good thing that my favorite being Mister Timothy Cummings and I are on opposite teams or else we might never leave the bed. His paintings are a legacy, to say the least. NYC Alert: Timmy's show at Nancy Hoffman Gallery in Soho on 10/21.DO IT.