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I came to Tree House because I was under so much pressure at home I was about to have a breakdown. My family had broken up and I was living with my mother and my brother.
By Cindy CrossenApril 1975I’ve fasted only once. I was with the Minnesota Outward Bound School in Canada and for the three weeks prior to my solo my brigade of ten girls had canoed and portaged from 5 A.M. to 9 P.M. daily — eating an unlimited amount of oatmeal for breakfast, sharing an occasional loaf of doughy bread for lunch, with two bowls of rice apiece for supper. We were always a bit hungry, but the beauty around us filled our souls and generally took our minds off our bellies.
By KathyOctober 1974We are the children of a new age — and we have gotten very high. Yet it feels like our ambitions are so much higher than our situations.
By Elyse ToweyJuly 1974Here I am, at the end of another long-term relationship. This time seems easier than the last, but I can’t really tell — time blurs my memory out of focus.
By Alice Amber CarltonJune 1974In order to come together with people that share common interests, we have traveled around the U.S. for the last five months, hitchhiking with very little or no money and carrying only what we could stuff into our pockets. We shared with many people.
By Lowell and MuffieSeptember 1974Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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