I love my life. I have the best husband in the world, Mike, and four absolutely wonderful kids...with six adorable grandkids. I am a Christ Follower and my favorite Bible chapter is Psalm 91 (The Message).

I enjoy writing, photography and playing with my kids.

I love to travel, from the moment we park the car at the airport, to being pulled aside by the security at check in- to the roar of the jets and the thrust of the take-off, you will find me with a smile, mostly on the inside, but sometimes showing through.

Mike and I were married in1968, and we were there. Yes. let me explain....how does one totally miss a Woodstock phenomenon? August 1969 was perhaps the most outstanding event in the history of the hippie generation. Just outside of the Catskill Mountains was a small farm, rented to a group of guys for an outside concert event. Many people had been invited to participate, Janis Joplin, Ritchie Havens, Bob Dylan, etc. however, there were many that chose not to come-it was publicized as a concert at a pig farm in upstate New York, and some of the music groups decided it was just not a  good choice for their participation. At $6.00 a day, the three day event was sure to draw a few people. The weather was for the most part a bit rainy, very humid and extremely hot. People died, babies were born, and the 500,000 plus attendees consisted of Viet Nam Vets, anti-war protestors, druggies and flower children. I think that there were even business people there that had joined the crowds –wearing their old clothes and fitting in the best they could. The attendees put up with a lack of bathrooms, no place to sleep, no place to park vehicles and surprisingly; it went smoothly for the most part.   

There have been many attempts to put together another event like this, however, there never has been another Woodstock.

Traffic that Sunday night coming back to NYC was unusually heavy.  I guess it was more like one big parking lot as we sat on the highway heading back into the City. Was there an accident ahead? Was there road construction? What normally took two hours was taking six hours. The Volkswagen vans that were painted with flowers on the outside seemed to break down the most. The flower children were more into spray painted designs on the outside of their vehicles  than oil changes, making sure the tires were road worthy or even having gas in the tank.

Mike and I had spent the weekend just north of Woodstock; we did not know the reason for the extremely heavy traffic until we turned the radio on. Allison Steel, the night bird was talking about this concert. Hey, we just passed the town of Woodstock. It was on every station.  Good Grief, we missed it   what were we thinking? The biggest concert of a lifetime happened within a few miles from us and either we were incredibly naive, or perhaps we just wanted to do our own thing.  Let’s just say we were fortunate that we were not there. It was one big muddy mess. Sometimes it is good to look back and see the good, but Mike and I knew that weekend something changed.

                                      Rock and Roll would never be the same. 

Please look for our new book on Amazon -TRAX we made in New York, coming Spring 2010.