Brenda’s Blog
It’s no secret that I love music. My earliest musical memories are of my father, playing clarinet with a Dixieland
When I was a little girl my parents had a hard time getting me to eat anything, especially foods that
Along with watering some of my outdoor plants, twice a day, to keep them from dying in the heat, my
Gone are the days when it was easy for me to go to sleep. In fact, since my late 30’s,
The other morning a friend asked me how long could I survive with the food I had in my kitchen
Last Friday I spent my 70th birthday at Diana Ross’s 75th Diamond Jubilee Birthday Celebration at the Wynn Hotel in
Today is my birthday. I’m 25,550 days old, although many days I don’t feel a day over 9,125. This week
I’ve been sitting in the gastrointestinal day surgery waiting room since 6:30 this morning. A male nurse with a carpet
When I was in middle school I wore coke bottle glasses, braces on my teeth and my hair looked like
I have a friend who changed jobs, moved to a new city on the other side of the country and
Not long ago I suggested to a friend, who is divorced and over 50, that she might try changing the
When I was a kid we seldom went to church unless my grandmother came to visit. I never went to
Last week’s blog about the “invisible man” sitting in the Spanish chair in my living room got me thinking about
I feel like you know me well enough that I can tell you this. Last night I told the “invisible
One of my favorite women is someone I’ve never met in-person. Until we spoke on the phone, I’ve known Sandra
Good, bad or outrageous, my life has been about as normal as picking blueberries on Mars. After reading my blog
Isn’t it funny how things like smells and music can jog our memory and remind us of places we’ve been
Good friends are like portals to the past and the hands that help move us into the future. In the