In 1969, Joan Bryant was a twenty-two-year-old college student with a husband and two children, but a photo of her at Woodstock would be remembered as one of the festival’s—and the... Read more >>

It’s official: I was a hippie in my past life. And the feeling that I belong in the back of a VW bus with nothing but my guitar and love for the world only grew stronger as I flipped through... Read more >>

Last week, I had breakfast with one of my best friends. I had not seen or heard from her in about a month, so I was a bit concerned about her. She’s had health issues, so sometimes my friend... Read more >>

For as long as I can remember, I’ve regretted not having come of age in the 1960s. Granted, I have about as many woulda-coulda-shoulda moments as the New York City subway has passengers, but... Read more >>

Hipster, Beatnik, Hippie, and right back around to Hipster. Hip, cool, groovy, dope, deck. The terms used and names given to each generation’s “it” crowd seems to be as ingrained in... Read more >>

Well, here’s one you weren’t expecting ... The joy of dyeing. In six easy steps, you will be intoxicated with the excitement, the thrill, the drama. Enlist your friends and family to... Read more >>

My best friend, Sapphira*, is a hippie. A true, undeniable hippie. Her parents were hippies and I am now inclined to believe it is hereditary. She takes herbal remedies and large amounts of vitamin C.... Read more >>