
Brenda’s Blog
MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival was launched into the world less than two weeks ago, and the response has been amazing: Maria Shriver selected MAYA BLUE as one of her “2025 Summer Reads” in her online publication, The Sunday Paper, and the US Books editor of The Daily Mail loved MAYA BLUE, and they’re
Don’t hold me to this, but I’m thinking about signing up with one of those online dating sites. From time
Do you remember the television commercial, “Cotton… The fabric of our lives?” Sometimes I think the real thread running through
Annie and Lulu are growing into fine young ladies, especially after I sent them to finishing school while I was
Before Thanksgiving a girlfriend’s significant other (SO) had a devastating stroke. He’s been in ICU for much of that time
The other night I reread the beginning of Keith Richards’s autobiography, Life. Keith grew up listening to everything from Mozart
This time last year I took you on a video tour of the house I bought. That was the “Before.”
If you’ve read Doreen McGettigan’s blogs on 1010ParkPlace then you know her life hasn’t been easy. She was sexually abused
Writer and poet, Robert Louis Stevenson, referred to Napa Valley as “bottled poetry.” In 1880, Robert and his bride, Fanny,
When I was in Florence last month, a British historian gave me and my friend a tour of the Uffizi
One of the things I like best about reading blogs is getting an insight into how other women live; a
My recent trip to Italy was the best trip I’ve taken in a long time. Perhaps it was because my
If you saw the video tour I did, last year of my new house, then you may remember my favorite
Like an Italian Woodstock, people of all ages and nationalities, wearing Rolling Stones t-shirts, poured into the walled Renaissance city
Peter Cincotti’s grandmother couldn’t have known that her gift of a toy piano would create the stage for her then,
This was my little man, Sam. If you look closely, you can see fur peeking out from between his toes,
There aren’t many things cuter than a soft, snuggly puppy who nuzzles your neck and whispers, “Adopt me! Adopt me!”
One of my earliest memories is sitting in a pool of Wesson Oil, smacking my hands on the linoleum floor
“What’s Going On?,” Marvin Gaye’s rallying cry against America’s festering hate and social unrest, is still as relevant today as