“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.”

“Earlier that morning I’d snuggled up with Greta our goat and rubbed my body against her back and flanks. Except for trying to eat my rain hat, she didn’t seem to notice. The…

‘With its double oven, six burners and warmer, it was undoubtedly the biggest and most beautiful wood cookstove in the entire universe….” That stove, “ I asked, “Where did you get it?  How’d…

“In the outhouse, a tin bucket filled with lime and ash hung on a peg. To break down waste, the ash was to be poured, post-dump, into the five-foot hole below. Dropping my jeans…

Main Cabin at Flores Creek, “Looking past a ragged meadow, the rundown main cabin came into view. It was the first time most had seen it, and the first time I’d understood it…

“The plants in Talisa’s dazzling marijuana forest stood eight feet high, their buds dripping with dusty crystals of THC. This was the Garden of Eden of my dreams. “

“Waves smashed against the jagged shore while thirty foot plumes spewed from between enormous rocks.  When angry or even just annoyed, the northern Pacific was a watery thrill.”