Girls Gone Groupie: How Highway Child Got Her Name

Laugh all you want. But Highway Child is the only title I have. No, there’s not any hidden normal moniker on some rumpled birth certificate like Lisa or Jane or Kelly, so get over it. I had to. The story I remember being told goes something like this: my loser parents didn’t know what to call me when Mommy popped me out in the back seat of their stolen Caddy. So, they said something totally stupid like, “We’re just gonna call you the highway child until we think of a name for you.” But they were too stoned to come up with a name, so Highway Child just stuck. When I ended up in L.A. when I was fifteen I decided to shorten it to H.C. And there you have it. The End.

Author: barblee

Barb Lee is a native of Western Massachusetts who loves to write, travel and hike the world, and hang out with her beautiful Jersey Wooly bunny Muffin. Her whole life changed when she was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer in October of 2019. By January of 2020, she was bouncing back in a major way. Now, in addition to all her favorite activities, she wants to help others make the most of life following a devastating diagnosis, while she continues to beat the odds. View all posts by barblee