Six Generations of First Born Women

It had been four years since I'd left Pete and my parents were getting used to the idea that there would be other men around. They knew Erika, RG and I had just gotten back from a trip to Europe, the first for Erika and me, so they invited us all to their house in Long Island for Christmas. The fact... Sign in to see full entry.

Now that I had moved to Dorchester (a part of Boston, like the Bronx is to NYC) and Erika would be living with me, she had to be enrolled in a Boston public school. The city school system was a mixed bag with the most prestigious high school being Boston Latin, but that was an exam school, you had... Sign in to see full entry.

The little galley kitchen with the window overlooking the fire escape to the alley below had served me well. It was a huge improvement over the two burner hot plate I cooked on during the years I lived on "A" street. There were no Thanksgiving dinners prepared then. As I slid the turkey into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Vienna - Zurich - Zurich - Boston, an uneventful flight, my favorite kind. I couldn't sleep. Too much had happened and I was trying to sort it all out. On The Zurich-Boston leg, Erika attacked two weeks worth of school assignments her teachers had given her so she wouldn't be so far behind when she... Sign in to see full entry.

My liberal friends back in Boston had no trouble with the Friedrichshof concept of open sexuality, communal economy and raising children as part of a group experience. They applauded the fact that Art was central to the social life in the group. The concept that seemed to cause the most difficulty,... Sign in to see full entry.