Laura Kennedy

Laura Kennedy

It was Christmas in Southern California during the mid-60s. Having just moved to Redondo Beach, my husband Jim, nine-month-old daughter and a six-month-pregnant me had rented an upstairs apartment mere blocks from the roaring Pacific.

Forced to move from our previous duplex in Santa Monica by a landlord terrified at the thought of our soon-to-be-toddler tumbling down the stairs, we’d barely settled in. Memories of fun-filled days in Redondo years earlier as a college student tugging at me, I’d talked my husband into the move; however, I soon discovered life now was a completely different reality.

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