I’m a minister’s daughter, technically, born in a small southern town, but that description brings to mind something different than what I experienced.

When I say I was raised by hippies, that, too, brings up different connotations.

My biological father was a minister, and my mother was a social worker, artist, writer and radical progressive. They were both create and quirky as hell, and my childhood (like my life) was filled with all manner of dichotomies. Many of them related to spirituality, consciousness, and the many kinds of reality (ordinary and non-ordinary.)