Lonnie Burstein Hewitt

LONNIE BURSTEIN HEWITT has been helping other people tell their stories for most of her life. As author of "The Little Red Writing Book: A Practical Guide to Writing Your Own Life Story," she was called "a Lonnie Appleseed for lifestory writing" by the San Diego Union-Tribune. A popular speaker, she is widely praised for her blend of empathy, enthusiasm, and laugh-out-loud humor, and was a featured presenter at the national AARP convention in 2002.

Lonnie is also co-author of two other books, including "Cool Classics," a collection of short plays for students of English, and "Walking San Diego: Where to go to get away from it all," a nature/history guide which has been a bible for area residents and visitors since 1989.

After 24 years in San Diego's North County, she still calls herself a West Coast New Yorker. Born in Brooklyn in the first wave of the baby boom, she began her writing career as a lyricist, collaborating with Jerry Blatt, musical director for Bette Midler, on Sesame Street songs and musical shows. "Have I Got One For You" was their first joint venture off- Broadway. Their second, "Tricks," with co-writer/director Jon Jory, was produced on Broadway. "In Fashion," also in collaboration with Jory, was filmed for television and recently reissued by PBS-TV. "Tiki-Tiki," a Canadian-Russian- American animated feature film for which they wrote music and lyrics, is now being edited for re-release.

These days, Lonnie writes about lifestyle, nature and travel for publications as diverse as the Christian Science Monitor and Hadassah Magazine. As a columnist for the North County Times and ZooNooz, the magazine of the San Diego Zoo, she regularly shares her adventures with thousands of readers. Returning to her first love, the theater, she is currently taking her 14-women show "Tales from the Far Side of Fifty" on the road.

Excerpts from ARTICLES & REVIEWS:

TRAVEL: "Curiouser and Curiouser: A Quirky Museum of the Real and Unreal"(Christian Science Monitor-March 2005)

On the seedy side of Venice Boulevard, in a neighborhood almost untouched by L.A. chic, is one of the strangest little museums in the world.

Behind an unassuming storefront is the Museum of Jurassic Technology, which has nothing to do with the age of dinosaurs... Though it claims to be “a hands-on experience of life in the Jurassic,” it’s a wildly eclectic assemblage of natural and manmade wonders from the 16th through the 20th centuries, highlighting odd points where art and science intersect.

It’s really a funhouse for thinking people.

Inside is a treasure-cave of curiosities, from tinkling medieval mobiles to micro-miniature sculptures carved into sewing needles to a display of unusual (and possibly apocryphal) folk remedies, including an hors d’oeuvre of mice on toast, identified as a bedwetting cure.

Where do these exhibits come from, and are they what they claim to be? They're all carefully labelled, but. . .how can you be sure?

"Sands of Time" (Arizona Tribune, Feb. 2002)
I am not now, nor have I ever been, a skier. The actual number of times I've been on skis in my life is three. Snow is something I prefer to admire from a distance, preferably from somewhere with a temperature of 75 degrees.

And yet the thought of skiing has always seemed so appealing, the idea of gliding along through a pristine landscape, with a healthy glow on my face and the wind
in my hair.

Which is why I find myself, along with my husband, Maurice, and a dozen others, trying on ski boots in the middle of the desert on a November morning, staking my claim to a pair of cross-country skis and poles.

The place is the Mojave National Preserve, 1.6 million acres of jagged mountains and vast desert washes in San Bernardino County, established in 1994 under the California Desert Protection Act. The big draw is the Kelso Sand Dunes, also known as the Singing Dunes, down which it is possible to ski.

"Santa Barbara's Gardens"(North County Times, Oct.2003)
...Lotusland is actually a series of gardens, its 37 acres lovingly planted with an assortment of rare trees, succulents and flowers...At every turn, there are new surprises: fat- trunked Chilean wine palms lead the way to a pool fringed with abalone shells...The lotuses bloom only in summer, but the setting is lovely year-round.

"One Super City" (Wisconsin State Journal, Jan. 2003)
...San Diego's once-shabby downtown has hit the big time, with luxury buildings going up everywhere. But even locals like to do the tourist thing: park on Harbor Drive and walk along the Embarcadero, San Diego Bay's waterfront, with its array of yachts, ferries, fishing boats, cruise ships, and aircraft carriers...At night, the hottest scene is the Gaslamp Quarter, where Victorian kitsch meets postmodern sav vy.

"Walking with the Wildman"
(San Diego Union-Tribune, October 1999)
It's a beautiful summer Sunday in Manhattan, and I'm standing on the corner of 103rd Street and Central Park West, watching a large cockroach stagger across the sidewalk, wondering if I'm in the right place.

Across the street, a thin, bearded man in baggy pants, a patched and faded handpainted T-shirt and a safari hat emerges from the subway, carrying a backpack. It's "Wildman" Steve Brill, a naturalist who's been leading field trips through New York parks since 1982, introducing city folks to the joys of wild edibles and the wonders of local ecology.

In a few minutes, right on schedule, fourteen walkers assemble. We are a cross-section of the city's residents: a poet (midwestern) from Brooklyn, a retired fireman (Italian) from the south Bronx, a widow (Korean) from Queens, an African-American couple from Staten Island, a young mom and her cub-scout son from West 83rd Street. We take off, skirting a bit of broken glass, into the amazing greenery of Central Park.

NATURE: "Growing Native: Fire-Resistant, Water-Wise"
(San Diego ZooNooz, March 2004)
...Drought has always been a fact of life in Southern California, and so has fire. Native plants have to be tough enough to deal with hot, dry summers that continue well into autumn, and frequently follow rainless winters and springs. They're equipped to survive not only the lack of moisture, but the errant sparks that set their communities aflame. Many hoard water in their small waxy leaves and deep roots, or go dormant to keep from dying of thirst. Chaparral plants are, above all, opportunistic. Like the area's original human inhabitants, they take advantage of whatever comes their way. Not a drop of dew or rain is wasted, and even wildfires provide benefits...

But there are fires, and fires. The firestorms of October 2003 were the largest in state history, a deadly combination of human carelessness and the natural force of a quartet of conflagrations fueled by drought-weakened trees, dead wood, and leaf litter, whipped into a frenzy by the Wicked Winds of the East. Hundreds of thousands of acres burned, here and in neighboring counties, and a sixth of our precious wildlands were destroyed.

It's hard to find much that's good in the aftermath of this fire. But true to form, only weeks after the devastation, tiny green spikes were poking up from the ash-covered earth. Though Lakeside's live oaks will take years to make their comeback, and Cuyamaca's pine trees will take decades, this spring will be a time of rebirth and renewal...

Take a tip from the chaparral shrubbery: make the most of what nature offers. Let the sun warm you, let the rain quench your thirst, let the dry times teach you the value of each drop of water, let the fire clear out your dead wood and give you the strength you need to start a new life.

"Ferntastic!" (San Diego ZooNooz, January 2002)
If you think your sex life is complicated, consider the ferns: their main form of reproduction is positively baroque. They begin by producing minuscule spores, which, as soon as they mature, will be tossed from their protective spore-cases and sprinkled like dust on the surrounding turf. If the ground a spore lands is suitably moist, it will grow into a barely visible mini-plant with a heart-shaped leaf. This intermediate stage of development, not recognizably fern-like, is called the gametophyte. It contains both male and female organs, and produces sperm and eggs. Rainfall swells the male organ to the bursting point, releasing a torrent of sperm that start purposefully swimming toward nearby eggs, eager to merge. Any fertilized egg is capable of becoming a sporophyte, a new adult fern.

All this is, at best, a scattershot process: though a fern may drop hundreds of billions of spores in the course of its life, very few end up in the right spot at the right time. Ineffectual as this system may seem, it has somehow persisted for millions and millions of years. And some ferns have come up with creative alternatives: where water is scarce, a species may bypass the sexual stage and go straight to the sporophyte. Others, infertile, reproduce vegetatively, rhizome to rhizome.

It's unlikely that you'll be able to follow the complete course of fern reproduction unless you have lots of patience, a laboratory, and a very strong lens, but you can do a little field observation. Next time you pass by a neighborhood fern, check out the backside of one of its fronds. If you see rows of tiny green, red, or black lumps, those are the spore cases, and you know that a new generation is on the move.

"Nature News: A monthly guide to what's happening in the real world" (signonsandiego.com/ January 2001)
Forecast: Lagoons will be just ducky this month (see below) and the desert-like weather--chilly mornings and nights, warmer daytimes--will be perfect for hitting the trail. Could be snow in the mountains, but winter rains should be late if they come at all. Looks like another dry year ahead for San Diego. Save water: shower with a friend.

Birds: This month, check out local divers and dabblers-- ducks, that is. Dabblers, like Mallards, Pintails, and Teals, can be spotted in shallow waters with their tails in the air as they sift through the mud for seeds, insect larvae, and other hors d'oeuvres. Divers, like Ruddy Ducks, Buffleheads and black-and-white Scaup, are heavier birds found in deeper waters, where they have to go down to scope out the seafood smorgasbord.

Blooms: Selaginella. It sounds like an Italian pop group but it's actually a small mossy plant that's been around for millions of years. Also called resurrection plant, selaginella looks dead most of the time but the slightest drizzle turns it bright green and brings it back to life. Even heavy dew will do it. Look for selaginella--which resembles a bunch of tiny brushes--making a new year's comeback along the Sunset Trail at the Silverwood Wildlife Sanctuary.

LIFESTYLE: "Casual Luxury: The Ultimate Bachelor Beach House" (Décor & Style, August 2002)
"I couldn't be happier with the way it turned out," says the owner. "It's like a vacation to be here."

"It's always great to see a house you've worked on used by your client in every way you meant it to be," adds the designer. "He really enjoys it as much as I hoped he would."

"Family Matters: A Present of the Past"
(Hadassah Magazine, September 1999)
My stepfather has a favorite story—about riding freight trains cross-country at the height of the Depression. I’ve heard it a dozen times, in the same broad outline. It was the major adventure of his life.

So last year, for his 80th birthday, I put it in writing. I interviewed him for an hour and spent hours more at my computer, typing his words out, giving the story shape.

When I handed him "Hank’s Story: To Be Young, Jewish, and Broke," he was thrilled. "Sometimes I wonder what I did with my life," he told me. "Now at least I can see where a year and a half of it went."

I was thrilled too. I’d finally felt the heartbeat of the story. I’d never known the details, that right after high school graduation, he said he was going on a picnic. His mother made him a sandwich, he got on the subway and just took off. There were no jobs, he was young and restless, and his best friends were with him: Meyer, the orphan who couldn’t be bothered with high school. Dov, who (like Hank) was a whiz on the basketball court. Three skinny Jewish kids from Brooklyn who’d never been farther from home than East New York. All they had was a couple of dollars between them. Hoboes in 'tstisis' who wanted to see the world.

REVIEWS: "Woman Hollering Creek & Other Stories," by Sandra Cisneros. (Union-Tribune, May 1991)
These stories vibrate with life, they breathe and laugh and weep like real live Latinas...These women are not just lovers; they are survivors. Reading their words is like eavesdripping, or being a tourist in a foreign but familiar country, somewhere inside and alongside our own.

"How I Learned to Drive"
(sandiego.sidewalk.com/ October 1998)
"I was 16 before I realized that pedophilia did not mean people who loved to bicycle," says L'il Bit, the heroine of Paula Vogel's Pulitzer Prize-winning play. Let's face it: the P word is what this play's about. But it isn't a clear-cut victim/abuser thing. It's really about a relationship-a twisted relationship, yes, but one with some love in it-and also about family, memory, forgiveness and finding the strength to drive on.


To learn more about Lonnie's work, including articles, book and theater reviews, plays, lyrics, and anything involving the written or spoken word, or to commission new work, email Lonnie now at hew2@att.net/