Tofu in the Bathtub

I LOVE all the responses to the blog entry about my name--and all of us hippie kids uniting! Awhile back my friend Judy (who is a brilliant & funny writer), said she wanted to start a zine called Moonbeam My Ass, about growing up hippie. It incited a rousing discussion on what topics it might include. Ideas that were tossed around included how CAROB IS NOT CHOCOLATE (not even CLOSE) and how natural food stores have changed SIGNIFIGANTLY since the 1980's. I would add to the latter that although they still sell things like kefir (that mysterious yogurt drink), they no longer smell like a jar of multi vitamins! I would like to also include tales of buying tofu out of some neighbors' bathtub! OR how the backdrop of my existence dripped with batique and tie-dye clothing! So groovy! So fine!

As a side note: My mother once said, "I was never a hippie." My immediate response was, "Mom, we lived in a teepee and hey, WHAT IS MY NAME?"