A simple choice, really.  Walk to the bottom of the hill, cross the street, and stick my thumb out to hitch south to Hermosa Beach, or, keep trudging down the hill with my arm out towards the street, my thumb hooked forward, hoping some poor soul would be[…]

Certain events can change a life in an instant.  On the other hand, some things take place over time.  Many tiny miscalculations or silly decisions create a chain of events, and suddenly you find yourself staring in the mirror at someone you no longer recognize. I had fled[…]

Playing dress-up with my new hippie  friends was lots of fun and all that, but on the inside I was unraveling. Peace and love, along with rock and roll, just wasn’t cutting it for me.  It all seemed like a counterfeit for something else, something more authentic.  I just[…]

I woke up to the sound of rain on the window.  I had cracked it open before I went to bed and the air filtering into my apartment was damp and smelled sweet.  I turned over and tugged the blanket up over my shoulders, attempting to recapture a[…]

Whenever I tell the story about my marriage at sixteen, I always feel the need to say, “…and I wasn’t even pregnant!”  It seems as crazy to me to have gotten married at sixteen when I wasn’t pregnant as it does to everyone who hears the story.  I[…]

Despite the various and sundry crimes my fiancé perpetrated on unsuspecting friends and strangers, my parents caved in to the pressure by his parents to allow us to get married.  Apparently, being the non-criminal element in the relationship afforded me a certain privilege with my fiancé’s parents. Namely,[…]

Where to begin?  This week’s blog post has been harder to pull out of my head than an impacted wisdom tooth. I could write several chapters just about the weird, crazy things that happened both before and after I married my first husband at sixteen-years-old.  It’s kind of[…]

(If you would like to start at the beginning of this journey, please begin at the beginning, and start with “It Was A Dark and Stormy Night”). The guy in the turquoise 1956 Chevy was really something!  Dark hair, like my father’s.  Thick lower lip, like my father’s. […]

My eyes flew open as the searchlight passed by the window for the umpteenth time that night. Sleeping was something you did in between. The room was about 10’ by 10’ with a big thick, double-paned window looking out at nothing.  There was wire mesh in between the[…]

My brother, sister, and I lie on the twin beds in my parent’s bedroom to watch the tiny television on the dresser.  It is 1964 and Paul, John, George, and Ringo are about to invade America.  We watch as each Beatle pops out the cabin door of Pam[…]