The first real rocker chick I ever knew, though her taste for the Grateful Dead and Bowie didn't match my own when we were kids.

We had Friday night poker games, she had more addictions than I could list and a terminal case of lymphoma which she somehow managed to beat that left her feeling invincible.

But she wasn't. Now she's gone. A unique, alive, large spirit always game for anything. Over.

She'll be missed.