Yep, it’s me at twenty-three on the front porch of my little house in Carlsbad, the house behind a house with the secret driveway.
It was the beginning of Burrito Sunday. My mom came down from Fullerton every Sunday with a grocery bag of goodies, we made burritos and then she helped me stuff the Raggedy Ann dolls I made all week on my old Singer treadle machine. We sold them at the Flea Market in Leucadia.
The sky was blue, the breeze was soft and the world was full of possibilities.