I'm going to a commune in Vermont and will deal with no unit of time shorter than a season.
I had a crazy life for a teenager. I lived in New Jersey, but I'd go to Vermont for three weeks, join a commune, take pictures with the guy I was dating, come back home, and post photos.
When I look back at it now, my past and the way I grew up, I grew up on communes.
I live with some of my best friends from high school, very commune-like, in my house. It's my hippie way of life.
I grew up in a hippie commune so I have a real hippie part of me.
When I look back at my past and the way I grew up, I grew up on communes. That was meant to be.
I was born in Iowa City and spent my early childhood on a hippie commune just outside of town.
I grew up in a commune where no one considered me female, particularly.
I spent part of my college years in a Marxist commune. I was not a Marxist. I wasn't even pretending to be one. I was a Marxist-in-law.
