How does one write about losing part of their life? I grew up on a small piece of property near Los Angeles. Two and a half acres of country type land with hills, a cave and lots of sage brush. We had coyotes that sang at night, trantulas that crept around at dusk, hawks that soared overhead and miles of wild land all around. Today I visited my mother on her small pony ranch. The place I grew up on. I found developers bulldozing down the hills behind her ranch, and raping the back part of her property. According to the developer my mother had signed over her back property to them. I can't imagine it. But the whole back flat area where we used to camp out in teepees is gone. Where my brother dug a huge underground fort that lasted for years...gone. They took it. It's all surveyed off with those little stakes and yellow ribbons. I can't believe my Mom would give away her land. Valuable California real estate. For nothing.

Oh Good God. I am so lost right now. On Monday we will be meeting at 4 oclock with the developer, my syblings(as many as I can corral up) and my wonderful husband....to discuss this calamity that as already occurred. I need to find out how much of my Moms property she has given(GIVEN!!!) away. Hopefully there is something salvageable of my childhood memories.

You would not believe what I have seen today.