Susannah Cahalan

2 weeks ago | bookreporter.com | Susannah Cahalan

At one point in their lives, they had served as each other’s liberators, and together they would liberate the consciousness of countless people during the turbulent 1960s. Rosemary Woodruff was familiar with the mystical as she watched her father perform tricks in front of wonderstruck audiences in the Midwest. A supernatural experience Rosemary had in her youth was impactful enough in her mind that she desired to replicate it.

3 weeks ago | lithub.com | Susannah Cahalan

They wrote to each other in code. Article continues after advertisementTimothy Leary, the high priest of acid, had sent her letters every single day he sat in California state prison—sentenced to a near lifetime for a handful of marijuana. THE BRIEF was the escape. LAND DEEDS were the documents needed to skip town. ARIES was the code name for their lawyer who had connected them to political radicals who would help smuggle them out of the country.

3 weeks ago | nypost.com | Susannah Cahalan

One hundred miles north of Manhattan in the heart of the Hudson Valley lies the grand Hitchcock Estate, a property currently listed for a record-breaking $65 million. The Hitchcock Estate’s 2,000 acres are known less for its tony accommodations — a bowling alley, two main houses, a tennis pavilion — than for its far-out history as an incubator of the counterculture movement of the 1960s.

3 weeks ago | rollingstone.com | Susannah Cahalan

Rosemary Woodruff Leary was once a one-named media heroine married to one of the most infamous men of all time, the ex-Harvard psychologist and high priest of LSD, Timothy Leary. Now she’s a footnote — barely acknowledged if mentioned at all in the history of the counterculture and psychedelic renaissance of the 1960s. But my goal is right this wrong and make the world aware of Rosemary’s contributions to the culture with my book The Acid Queen, out on April 22nd.

1 month ago | vogue.com | Susannah Cahalan

Products are independently selected by our editors. We may earn an affiliate commission from links. It was 2020, just before the pandemic began. I was browsing in my favorite boutique in Park Slope (RIP Bird, there was nothing like you), absently running my hands over the fabrics. My twins weren’t yet a year old and I was still recovering from the experience. I was bigger, yes, broader in body, mind, and spirit, but also depleted and raw.