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Brenda’s Blog
Everytime I consider having some “work done,” I learn something that makes me pause. Last month Anna, my aesthetician, gave
This evening, Molly went to live with God. Before the vet administered the final medication, I laid on the floor
The night before my first mastectomy I stood naked in front of my dressing room mirror, hoping to remember my
I don’t want to sound like some wacko who says, “God talks to me,” but over a year ago, I
While unpacking the last wave of boxes from my storage units, I found a letter from my friend, Marjorie. She
Over the holidays I read Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s. In the movie version, Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly character opens
This afternoon I found myself thinking that the bronze beads in my new shower are a lot like life. If
In August of this year, 2016, I purchased one of what would become 2.8 million recalled Samsung, top-loading washing machines
I’ve discovered why people don’t live in their house while it’s being remodeled. As soon as the tarps are down
One of the things that gives me pleasure is watching women come into their own; that time in life when
Today I unpacked seven, cardboard wardrobe boxes that have been in storage for 10 years. I just thought it would
This week I was honored to be a speaker and a teacher at the 17th Annual Texas Conference for Women
I love the interiors of New Orleans’ designer Tara Shaw. Tara has an effortless way of blending Old World pieces
October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. No one’s more aware of this than those who’ve already been diagnosed with breast
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. I sit on the floor, my tiny fingers plinking out notes on a plastic toy piano.
Philippa Kibugu-Decuir is singlehandedly changing the face of breast cancer and women’s healthcare in Rwanda. Philippa Kibugu-Decuir is not only
Since the early 1970s, Sandy Linter’s run with the cool crowd by night, and by day worked with top designers,
I’m frustrated. It’s a wonder I’m not on the floor in the corner of a room somewhere, babbling to myself.
