Boho Love


“Boho Love” is the love of boho fashions.  I am not a gypsy, nor a hippie, nor a Bohemian but I did have romances with all three. Those love-ins qualify me as an expert, right?

In those days – the 1960’s & 70’s nobody was out to set fashion statements.  One just purchased what the department stores and shops were selling.  Who knew that 30-40 years later those bell-bottom jeans 8c0d6e693830c205c8291bce77c39588would become the epitome of a generation of kids?

Some of the styles hint at eroticism without going there.  These lady models have nice figures – no bulbous butts here. It is a fashion sense that seems to have been born of the Internet.

The Gypsy:  The original gypsy came from Northern India but are now on all continents. Traditionally, gypsies lived by doing seasonal work and…fortune-telling.  They wandered from place to place and had their own style, though, Gypsies of yore never thougHippie girlht about being stylish; they wore what they had.  Now their dress has been glorified and modified to sell.

Hippy: Someone who rejects the established culture.  Their attire has been glorified in recent years and has become an integral part of the BOHO look.Bohemian, hippie, gypsy style.

Bohemian:  A vagabond, wanderer or gypsy, a person (such as a writer or an artist) living an unconventional life usually in a colony with others. Well you get the idea and the feel and can certainly see the similarities…..

 

 

 

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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