I live two hours and a lifetime away from Los Angeles.  I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that.  My mother’s an actress, I told the kids on the playground, or my father is a producer, both marginally true and also total fabrications.

I live on Bomarc Lane, which is located in Satellite Beach on Florida’s Space Coast and is about two miles away from Patrick Air Force Base. The street is named after the Bomarc missile, the only surface to air missile deployed by the Air Force.

I live on 1.5 acres in the Santa Monica Mountains in a house that was built in the 1920s out of local stone.  Most of the original buildings in the area are made out of the same stone, from the old post office to a local biker hang-out.  I live among coyotes, rabbits, deer, snakes, woodpeckers, gophers, bobcats and bugs galore.  To me, it is the most beautiful mountain range in the world.

I live on 13th Street in apartment #13. The superstitious address came with a discounted rent. My roommate is a high school English teacher, so our bookshelves are stacked with multiple copies of classics like The Color Purple and The Elements of Style, which is comforting.