June 30, 1973

Colin and I got married on June 30, 1973 in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico. At that time, we were actually living not far from Wrigley Stadium in a 3rd floor walk up in a largely Puerto Rican (+ a little bit of Creole + us) neighborhood in Chicago on Cornelia Street off Halsted. He worked for the Chicago & Northwestern Railroad and I worked at The Bread Shop, a little organic bakery a couple of blocks down Halsted. The only furniture we had was a battered little piano bench and a rose colored velvet love seat, both of which I bought at a junk shop a few streets over and hauled home by myself. That was the essence of "to schlep"; I looked like a kid from a Wild West version of Hester Street in a long handmade skirt, India Imports top & black gypsy scarf covered with enormous vintage roses tying back my long, ever unruly, hair. It was summer in the city - music (it was a good year for Stevie Wonder) spilled out of every open doorway and all the hippest peeps wore platforms.
I was 6 1/2 months pregnant the day we got married, as I had been resistant to the idea of it all along. The concept in general, not "us" in particular.
A few days later we flew back to Chicago but by the time September was born, we were back in New Mexico to stay. For a while. . .