For all my chosen family, named and unnamed:
McClellands, McCollisters, Lockharts, Greens, Herbsts, Kurzfelds, Rawsons, Tembys, Taylors, Riches, The Tea Farm, the infamous Northern California Building Tribe, Marcassie Farm, Knockengorroch Farm and Festival Volunteers, Mountain Village Hobos, Solar Living Institute, Sierra Club, Sacramento Ukes & Stuff, Women’s Herbal Symposium and the Givers of the Medicine Stick, Bamboo DNA and everyone who worked on the Starscraper 09, the Grannies, the Saturday Afternoon Club, the Richmond Free House, LAHF, Sons of Jefferson, the Upcreek Drifters, the Slim Pegs, Blue Sun, Strawberry Music Festivals, High Sierra, The Tehama Gold Family, the Mystic Garden Party, American River Music Camp, ukulele clubs of Berkeley and Santa Cruz, my friends on YouTube, the cast of Dirty Dancing (US Premiere), the 52 Week Club, ASCAP, Topanga Banjo Fiddle Fest, Songmaker’s, the West Coast Songwriters, PAs who wore NB403s in 2000 and the ADs who told us where to go, everyone who stayed in NY after 9/11, NIC and CU Women’s Crew, the College of Athena and the Dancing Bear, the Party Staff, Kulak’s Woodshed, Parish Publick House, the Maiden Publick House, Bustolini’s Deli, KZFR, MaMuse, Happy Corner, Freedom Dance, the Cozmic Cafe, Cafe Culture... and all those who journeyed with me through the peaks and valleys that we call life.
I am truly blessed that our paths have crossed.
I love and thank you all.
“Que viva Honduras!”
Love,
Mandalyn
