Weighing in at under a hundred pages, this brief, but very personal glimpse into the mysterious life of a local "Socal-ian" Persian-American singer-songwriter, cat philanthropist and environment crusader flows effortlessly, like dust-devil smoky patterns floating away from a Burning Man fire. Nothing is off limits: her mother, her estranged father, her sister, and yes, oh yes, her lovers. This book reads poetic, not really bound by the typical structure of a memoir narrative. It is meant to be read aloud, like the final Molly Bloom chapter of Joyce’s Ulysses. It is meant to be read in candlelight, alone or in a small group, preferably naked and intoxicated.