My parents, being from a traditional italian family, skipped the sixties and seventies, well they didn't technically, but they already had responsibilities by then... my brothers were born, they had a family. Woodstock came and they referred to free love and loud music as a thing the zingari do. They've never heard of Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, they didn't understand The Beatles... music was an enigma & sex was taboo. Who knew I'd turn out the complete opposite. I'm almost 27, no children, comfortable with my "rawr" side, having to take prescription drugs to STOP me from NATURALLY tripping out (I have bipolar disorder) and blasting "Kozmic Blues" with flowers in my hair. By their definition, I do as the hippies or gypsies do. How wonderful... I wouldn't have it any other way.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Jamie was a healthy, active 12-year old who loved to skate and played hockey as well as any boy. Then one afternoon during a game, she suffered a stroke that changed her world. Her memoir takes the reader through her ordeal and her journey out of the
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