Jessa Cripsin’s manifesto is not for the faint of heart. In a tell-it-like-it-is, don’t-hold-back way, Cripsin tells the reader why she refuses to call herself a feminist. And it’s not for the reasons you may think.
Reviewed by Jennifer JenkinsRichard Stratton started the 1980s as an entrepreneur. He sold drugs, mostly marijuana, but eventually branched out to hashish and others, with the noble credo of plant liberation for the hippie mafia. Then things went terribly wrong. In his memoir, Smuggler’s Blues: A True Story of the Hippie Mafia, (Arcade Publishing, April…
One might consider the topics of his essays to be ordinary or mundane objects, but Foreman focuses on them with his thoughtful reflections, historical tidbits, and funny recollections.
