Writer, Actor, Yoga Instructor, Teaching Artist.
Also wife, and mother of adolescent scallawags.
At any given time I'm juggling a number of these things, and doing the rest messily or not at all. I also spend a lot of time trying to sort out my very unruly hair.
I post essays about all this and lots more, with somewhat irregular frequency, right here on my blog
The Regular Jenny
At the heart of all my work - the common thread that ties it together - is a relationship that changed everything for me.
(I don’t mean my husband, though he’s a damn fine specimen).
I’m talking about the relationship between the body and the imagination, physical life and creativity. Unlocking that connection unleashed my world. It changed the way I move and make stuff and feed my spirit. But I traveled a long, dusty, lonesome road to discover it.
So now, in addition to keeping up my own artistic practices, I try to smooth the path for others. I love gathering people -especially women and artists of every kind - to move, breathe, sweat, explore new pathways to creativity, connect with kindred spirits, and celebrate flow together. Also to eat cheese, drink wine, and just commune.
I offer a wide variety of innovative interdisciplinary programs to stretch and strengthen body and imagination, and fire up your creative process.
I'm a moderate health nut, immoderate talker, story junkie, and shameless shoe enthusiast, chronically torn between conflicting identities as ardent east coast urbanite and closet west coast hippie beach bum, who likes her city Atlantic but her ocean Pacific. I love great coffee and passable wine, funny people, books on paper, the New York Times, shelter magazines, large popcorns at small movies, Topanga Canyon at sunrise, the Hudson River at sunset, and an ocean dip whenever possible.
In the summer of 2019, after 24 years in the Big Apple, my husband, actor Eric Sheffer Stevens, and I, with our kids, Hutch and Violet, and CJ, our beloved shabby-chic rescue mutt, made a bittersweet leap from New York to LA, moving from the charmed Chelsea brownstone, where we'd lived since the dawn of time, to a little house at the foot of my beloved Topanga Canyon.