Renae Brumbaugh

The Jersey Shore
2013-06-07 22:35
Renae Brumbaugh

The year was 1986. Neon leggings, oversized shirts, and hair teased out-tothere ... pulled into a sideways ponytail. And believe me, when it came to hair-out-to-there, I was the queen. Speaking of queens, Madonna’s hit song, “True Blue” played somewhere in the background, followed by Whitney Houston’s “The Greatest Love.” I remember it like it was yesterday. I was wide-eyed, a little scared,...

S-s-snake season
2013-04-26 06:56

It is snake season again. Now for normal people, that means you watch where you step. That means you stay away from snakes at all costs. That means you spread mothballs and make lots of noise when you’re in the woods and do everything you can to avoid an encounter. Unfortunately, eleven-year-old boys are not normal people. Not even close. Last...

All gusseted up
2013-04-05 05:00

It seemed like a good idea at the time. It really did. Six months ago, when the girl child first told me about her 40-hour history project which was due this spring, she decided to sew a Regency era dress. How hard could it be? I’m not a great seamstress, but I can follow a pattern. Besides, she (meaning we) had six whole months to complete it...

Kick the door in
2013-03-01 17:53

It was 1979. I was eleven years old and just starting to see boys as interesting. I owned a pair of Mork from Ork suspenders, which I wore proudly, and I practiced my disco moves for hours in front of the mirror. (I never seemed to master those . . .) The city was Houston, Texas, and one of the wardrobe staples for any cool kid or wanna-be cool...

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