Those 70s—freedom, love, a few special mushrooms & #bookreview of JC Miller’s romantic novel, HELIOTROPE

Barb Taub

JC (Jeanne) Miller, M.A., is an educator and founding member of JAM, an editorial-consultation team. An avid reader, aspiring traveler and table tennis enthusiast, she resides in Northern California.JC (Jeanne) Miller, M.A., is an educator and founding member of JAM, an
editorial-consultation team. An avid reader, aspiring traveler and table tennis enthusiast, she resides in Northern California.

What did you do in the 70s Grandma?

For kids like me growing up in the California suburbs, life in the seventies meant we were immortal (if we got the right military deferment), bulletproof (with the occasional shot of penicillin), and love meant never having to say you’re sorry (thanks to the Pill and Roe v Wade).

We were possibly the first and last generation to know so much freedom. We didn’t work on family farms or businesses—our dads had gone to college on the GI bill and bought new ranch houses in the suburbs. We didn’t really have to help much around the house—our moms had quit their wartime jobs to stay home and raise us, with the help of dishwashers, garbage…

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