Sometimes poignant, often witty letters written to my daughter.
Dear Jessica Brennan, I am currently writing a thriller and I love it. It is very complicated and really difficult which I like, and creating the backstory for the characters …
Weirdly Remembering the Future Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, This year we grew a lot of vegetables. Well, a lot for us. I really liked it but it was hard work to take them from that …
Every Single Living Thing Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, Last week I was on the phone with the bank because I couldn’t remember my password for online banking. I can see your eyes rolling young lady. …
Don’t Forget the Temporary Password Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, Sometimes we think that time spent on the planet gives us the right to be in the know about everything and tell younger people what to do, …
Why Don’t You Tell Me? Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, I work in the nonprofit sector and I can tell you that a lot of the conversations we have revolve around whether or not we are doing …
A Little is Enough Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, Over the time of our Covid-19 incarceration, Dad and I have played a few times, a little game called “Would You Rather”. What 2 meals would you …
Would You Rather Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, I’m not sure if you know these women who taught me as a young girl by coming through a television screen into my squeaky clean, very white, …
When I Was a Little Girl Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, We have all learned so much this year, and I know that personally, things have started to come into focus that I had let get a bit …
Looking Forward Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, Sometimes I catch myself talking about the pain I have endured in my life as though it is a trophy. “Look at how much I have suffered. …
Trophies Keep Reading
Dear Jessica Brennan, Shame is such a powerful emotion. People like Brene Brown have spent their entire careers studying it and what it does to people’s bodies, their confidence and …
Shame Butterflies Keep Reading