by Brenda on May 29, 2012
When my daughter, Caitlin, asked why her pre-school playmate, Monica, had two mommies, and no daddy, I asked her to listen to a song. I slipped a Barney CD into the SUV’s car stereo, punched in song number eight, My Family’s Just Right for Me. “Play it again.” She asked once it finished and sang [...]
by Brenda on March 27, 2012
In the right corner of my room, stands a rose-white made to look vintage pine desk. To the left, is the ceiling to floor French Doors, which take up three-quarters of the north facing wall. Adjacent to the glass is a pine bureau that houses—and conveniently hides—the electronic gadgets. Vintage lace found at an [...]
by Brenda on March 22, 2012
My son and I were talking about the kinds of things me and my kid sister did in the old days. What kinds of things I did. You know back before color television, he added before snickering. Of course knowing nothing about his mother other than I’m a mom, the one always there, the one [...]