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There’s room in the van.
I grew up on mountain road trips in a unicorn-decorated van, tagging along as my parents visited artists and practiced mindfulness in Unitarian retreats. Those beginnings shaped this space.
A Hippie Chick is a home for reflections on nature, creativity, community, and family. I write honest stories about the everyday moments that bring us back to what matters. I’m so glad you found your way here and know you’re always welcome.—Stacy Joyfully 🦋
Thirty-Seven Years
My brother, Brett, was killed by a drunk driver when he was 37. Thirty-seven. Greg and I spent the day at the cemetery, cleaning his headstone and adding flowers to the arrangement. Don’t drink and drive.