About us

The summer of '69 was a most powerful year in history…. and my history, as well. I had just turned 12 and the only home I'd ever known was la Isla de Borinquen, the jewel of the Caribbean... Puerto Rico! I loved my wild & free barefoot world... dancing with the sea foam, making jewelry out of seaweed and found feathers and bits of shells, and drifting off at night to the sweet trill of my darling coquis.

Then one day my dad said we were moving to the mainland (America). My red-headed Scorpio mom from Jersey City was thrilled, as were my 2 older sisters. For Dad, I believe it was a have-to thing, my oldest sister had just turned 16. We had visited America and traveled many of her highways, so it wasn't exactly a foreign land, it just wasn't mine. That summer, we drove across the country 5 times, always a different route. No matter where we were, we saw groups of happy, singing, laughing, brightly-clad people hitchhiking and walking together on what I imagined to be a mystical and glorious adventure. Deep inside, I felt the pull, and KNEW they were all my tribe! I waved, smiled, and flashed them peace signs......and was filled with a wild longing I could not name....
I've been Chasing Woodstock ever since...