Nonfiction
An illicit pregnancy in the sixties meant being shamed and stigmatized - or seeking out some most likely shady doctor to perform an abortion.
In 1963, when she was twenty years old, my sister had an abortion. She had been a virgin, until she met a ruggedly handsome Italian in Davos.
It's a wrap! In this final episode of "The World of Franyo" Nicole explains her mission and wraps up all the loose ends we've been missing in this memoir.
From beyond the grave and through a dance class, Franyo urges Nicole to pursue her talent for painting.
After my second ayahuasca experience, I had been instructed to help my mother move toward the light, and I was determined to do just that.
As we sat in our circle, waiting for the ayahuasca to take effect, the musicians plied us with their beautiful music. The scene was incredibly hypnotic: black starry desert sky peering down through the glass ...
For my birthday in 2005, I attended an Ayahuasca ceremony, where we took Ayahuasca with a shaman. I was transported from my body into another dimension.
My mother, with her decaying mind, was increasingly living in the past. She would reminisce about the past, and yet not remember me from moments before.
My mother was aging but beautiful. She had recovered from the incident with Harold Ganz, but the beautiful art collection was lost forever.
We began the detective work of finding the dirt on Harold Ganz and hired a detective from DC to help. Little did we know how much dirt there'd be!