Honorary Festie by Becca Ray

Voices From the Land Mothers and Daughters

My mom, Betty, has never been to Fest. Actually, that’s not quite true – she’s been, before and after, but never attended. She’s let my Fest friends hold a tent-pitching dry run (that was not dry at all) in her back yard, and let us roast marshmallows over the gas stove in the kitchen. She’s kept an eye out for …

Growing Up Michigan by Charlz

ssml A community responds to the end of the Festival, Mothers and Daughters

I don’t remember my first festival. I was two. It’s easy to imagine what it looked like, now that I have taken my own two year old (now five years old) to Michigan. Dirt streaked, mostly naked, fully embodied, eating wood chips and digging in pea gravel. Of course, I have a collection of snapshot memories for my 27(ish) festivals. …