Here is a bit from the book I am currently writing, about being an LSD research subject in 1964: The evening before I took LSD, I stayed at the apartment of a friend who was living down the peninsula not far from the International Foundation for Advanced Studies. Vivian had been in France with me when we were both at the Stanford campus there, and once back in California we had roomed together. I felt very comfortable with her. We speculated on what might happen with the LSD and we swapped family tales. She and I both had brilliant, talkative … Continue reading →
My life changed drastically and for the better in the memoir I’m writing now. I just wrote the bit where I was living in Spain on practically no money with my boyfriend when I suddenly learned I had an unexpected $1500 (which was $12,000 in today’s money) so we could stay much longer in Spain. It felt so natural as I was in the flow of good things happening, long before I’d ever heard of “The Secret” or things like that. The other surprise was a gift from a friend.
I’ve just been writing about spending some time at Woodbrooke, a Quaker center in England where I went in the summer of 1966. I was a young hippie living in France when word reached me that my father had died and it was too late to go back to the US for the funeral. After grieving a while I decided to go to Woodbrooke, as I was getting more interested in Quakerism. My favorite story from my time there was of an older woman who had been imprisoned by the Germans during World War II. She noticed that she always … Continue reading →
I woke up the other morning suddenly understanding something that began over half a century ago. It had puzzled (and vexed) me but suddenly I knew why it had happened that way. What was it? Um, no matter, something very private. What’s blogworthy is the AHA that came to me this week. Another gift to me from writing memoirs!
About five years ago, on my birthday, I began writing a cozy mystery. It became the first of a trilogy, each one taking me something under a year. Actually I had ideas for more plots in the series and was thinking of doing at least five books. Who knows? I still could go back to that, but I did get tired of concentrating on murder and who did it, even though cozies are much lighter than other mysteries. I began to think I’d rather do my memoirs as a series, and that is what I’m doing now. Making much less … Continue reading →