This is one of my favorite interviews-- click the link here or read it below. http://girltalkhq.com/author-rifka-kreiter-talks-civil-rights-feminism-being-a-child-of-the-sixties-in-her-new-book/ When did you start writing “Home Free: Adventures of a Child of the Sixties”? In the late nineties, I was part of a writing group in which we used a one-line prompt each month to inspire a piece … Continue reading Author Rifka Kreiter Talks Civil Rights, Feminism, & Being A Child Of The Sixties In Her New Book
Category: Sixties Memoir
Thrilled that Book Riot picked Home Free as "a book you need to read." Check it out! http://bookriot.com/2017/05/04/5-upcoming-books-by-women-that-need-to-be-on-your-tbr/
[To read excerpts of Home Free: Adventures of a Child of the Sixties, see posts numbered 1 through 7, archived below, starting November, 2015. Home Free will be published on May 16th.] The New York Times Magazine had a short piece about Leonard Cohen this week, with a wonderful black-and-white picture of him. It … Continue reading REMEMBERING LEONARD COHEN
Dancing with Time … this is how a wise friend, a woman who does great work in the world to benefit others, described her intention one New Year’s Day. It might have been 1996. Her resolution was to find time to meditate twice a day, in the midst of her busy schedule of service, which … Continue reading Dancing with Time
Although my memoir is called Home Free: Adventures of a Child of the Sixties, my early formative years were really the fifties. Actually, I believe I remember seeing this on our first TV, when my mother and I lived in a boarding house on West 91st Street in Manhattan: That was taken on Nov. 3, … Continue reading Fifties Childhood
I’d been living in San Diego for over a year when I found myself, one day in 1971, seated cross-legged on the floor before a photo of an Indian guru, in the bedroom of a woman I’d never met before, in a house on Coronado Island.
“A mind blown is a mind shown,” Robbie said again in his mellow California way as we headed toward Montreal. We were on the road north in a chocolate brown ‘64 Volkswagen microbus with no reverse gear. It seems Robbie had dropped reverse on a dirt-road side trip somewhere in Kansas and couldn’t afford to fix it! What, I wondered, had I gotten myself into? It was July 29, 1969.
