Heading to Sh*t Hill with My Trowel

And other highlights of my hippie childhood…and what it all taught me

Yes that’s me. With my folks, and Prima.

When I was five, my parents sold everything they owned and bought a piece of property in northern California.

Just raw land — we first lived in an old army surplus tent (with my baby brother in a crib at one end of it) while they built a shed; then we spent the…