ABSTRACT
That was the same year I had my father take down my closet door and hang beads in its place. I put up a poster of Janis Joplin on one wall and a macramé ornament on another. I was reading Herman Hesse, Kahlil Gibran, and Jonathan Livingston Seagull, which I thought to be deep, heady stuff. I wore a peace sign button on the lapel of my navy pea jacket. Heidi Rosenthal was my best friend.
