I marched for civil rights in the South.
I wore tie dye and, with two organically-feed toddlers on my hips, grooved to Joplin and the Stones.
I protested the Vietnam War and was a founder of Oregon’s first recycling center.
Yep, I was a middle class, tax paying New Ager.
Now I am a part of the boomer tidal wave. Kids in Asia call me Auntie Nancy and four precious little ones call me Nana. Some people call me crazy for running a business and volunteering for the planet.
If this is crazy, I prefer it to playing golf or clipping recipes.
And the picture? My granddaughter dared me to wear her plush puppy on my head while we went to dinner and a movie. I took her up on her dare, which I guess just confirms my particular brand of crazy.
I’ll drink some goji juice to that!
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I marched for civil rights in the South.
I wore tie dye and, with two organically-feed toddlers on my hips, grooved to Joplin and the Stones.
I protested the Vietnam War and was a founder of Oregon’s first recycling center. 
