Alice Garcia

My worst New Year's Eve was in 1968, when I was 22 years old, a young, naive, trusting, believing, hopeful, fresh-from-the-country married mother of three little ones. Going out for New Year's Eve had never been possible for me. My spouse had never been home with us on that holiday...

My best New Year's Eve was in 1970, after a bitter divorce from a cruel and loveless man. Left with nothing but my three children to care for, I felt as if my love life was over at the age of 24. My only goal was to raise my children...