About Don’t Call Me Jupiter
The story begins with an episode that occurred in 1974. We make a sudden move from Davis to San Anselmo to live with our God Family. Just two months later we move back to Davis with no place to live. My brother and sisters are dropped off at their friend’s houses. I end up in the garage of one of my mother’s ex-lover’s. It’s from this dreary location that I recall our truly strange transition.
Led by my mother, the Martha Stewart of hippies, we transform from a conservative, mid-western, Catholic family into a clan of liberal, psychedelic-bus-tripping, pot-smoking, nature-loving, California free spirits.
The tightrope of humor and heartbreak
Tom Bross walks the tightrope of humor and heartbreak in this moving memoir. Colorful stories from his younger days describe the wild ride and tragic consequences of growing up with few boundaries. Yet, in spite of his chaotic family life, there is no doubt that his love remains strong for his four siblings and his free-spirited mother.
The reader will certainly cheer him on as he struggles to improve his sense of belonging in the world, both as a child and an adult.
Tom’s humor and vulnerability shine on these pages. A funny and devastating read.
Rollicking, funny, dramatic, compassionate, superbly written … Bross describes his life growing up in a vagabond family led by an eccentric hippie mother in the Age of Aquarius … engaging, compelling!
Excerpts from “Don’t Call Me Jupiter”
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