Forty years ago, I stumbled into Santa Cruz in a haze of youthful uncertainty. Fresh out of college with a somewhat useless theater degree and no particular ambition. Just starting to acknowledge my not-so-straight-after-all sexuality. Living in my van after…
Sugarloaf Women’s Village
I never got to go to summer camp as a kid, but our stay at Sugarloaf more than made up for that missing experience in my life. It felt like a summer camp for mature lesbians. No campfires and s’mores,…