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“Back-to-the land hippies everywhere were becoming part of a new anthropological drift. Instead of crossing from Russia to Alaska across the Bering Strait, they were jumping onto the iconic bus that Ken Kesey…

“Along with Joey, whose quick hands made him our best milker, I learned how to force Greta, our goat, to remain still while I grabbed her full teats to slide, pull, and squeeze. If…

“Above my head, in the corner between the window and the wood ceiling, a big black spider was sitting in her perfect web. I got out of bed, intent on destroying her world…

“Our marijuana bushes were dark green and lush. Hanging to dry from the cabin’s rafters, their perfume filled the air. Everything smelled like weed—even the dishcloths.”

“Huckleberry latched onto my swollen nipple like a little leach, his tiny hands resting on my blue-veined, engorged breast. I loved nursing him, the feeling satisfied me almost as much as it did him.”

“On LSD,  as I floated in another dimension a chatty ladybug trying to climb up a leaf told me she was having a hard time getting a foothold because the damp had caused her…

“Inside the Highbridge communal garden, bushels of fruited tomatoes ran along wire trellises—red, golden, and plum: heirloom, Beefsteak, Brandywine, Cherry, Early Girl, and Gold Dust.”