My Fatal Flaw
“If you’re going to San Francisco”, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…” -Scott McKenzie This song was released in 1967 when I was in the 7th grade. It was probably one of the first tics on my inner compass that eventually took me there. Over the years, I envisioned myself in a long skirt, tye-dyed dancing barefoot in a Woodstock-like place. I was 14 when the real Woodstock took place in August of 1969 on Yasgurs farm in New York. Of course, my parents wouldn’t let me go.
My Father's Day Homage to My Father
There once was a child who was so beguiled by her father, that she would lay in bed at night plotting ways to take her mother out of the equation.
A Horse is a Horse; of Course, of Course.
by Cathy Pepe “I think I’d rather be a cowboy. I think I’d rather ride the range.” -John Denver The first thing I remember being fascinated by as a child was horses. I thought they were the most majestic things I’d ever seen. I was obsessed with them. Freud posited that little girls love horses because of penis envy. No way I would ever agree with that theory. Although I did want to be a boy, it had nothing to do with a part of the anatomy that I had never seen before. I wanted to be a cowboy because in the late 50s and early 60s there wasn’t a whole lot of data about cowgirls.