by Amy Martin I watched as he faded into the mist of memories the music had evoked. “This was before your time, of course,” my father said. Though his vision was failing and his […]
The Aging Hippie: Prayer Tree of Spring
By Amy Martin on March 1, 2016 In my backyard, there is a tree that blooms. When we moved here many years ago, it was lost in the darkness of oaks and cedar elms that […]
The Aging Hippie: Becoming a Crazy Aunt
by Amy Martin Issue – Fort Worth, January-February 2016 Hippiedom is superb training for being the crazy aunt. A good hippie embraces each day as a unique gift overflowing with creative potential and opportunities […]
The Aging Hippie: Crepuscular
by Amy Martin Sleepless nights and too much rumination. Menopause is long past, so I don’t have that to blame. By this point in the fall, the longer nights should have me in a mood […]
Hippie funerals: Homegrown grieving
I’ve become quite the expert in hippie funerals. By experience, alas. The early-to-go baby boomers, the ones felled by cancer, too many of those, and folks like my friend Stu, who we still don’t know […]