Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

Homeward bound and gagged

Every time I go back to St. Louis, where I was born and raised, I’m flooded with a complex swell of emotions. This might happen to everyone who leaves a … Continue reading

July 31, 2021 · 10 Comments

The color of memory

I don’t know what it is about color photos that makes the past seem more legitimate thank black-and-whites, but there’s definitely a difference. A couple of years ago I wrote … Continue reading

November 16, 2020 · 6 Comments

Burnin’ down the house

It’s a strange feeling to know that a house you’re intimately familiar with has burned to the ground. The one I’m thinking of now just got destroyed by the North … Continue reading

October 1, 2020 · 7 Comments

Awkward miscommunications of the past (cont’d.)

I was out walking around the neighborhood one evening with this girl, Nancy, I wanted to have a relationship with because she was into classical music and Osmiroid pens, and … Continue reading

May 5, 2020 · 3 Comments

Yes, I remember it well … 😍

  We found the rest of our lives there, We finally found the rest of our lives. Gosh, it was just twenty-eight years ago today that I met my wife. … Continue reading

April 15, 2020 · 6 Comments

I gotta right to sing the Blues ♪🏒🥅🏆

If you’re a typical American, you probably didn’t notice that the St. Louis Blues won the Stanley Cup last Wednesday night. They beat the Boston Bruins, one of the original … Continue reading

June 16, 2019 · 10 Comments

Birthday boy

Today is the 61st birthday of an old friend of mine, though I haven’t seen him in thirty years. He was my best friend in those crucial years from eighth … Continue reading

March 8, 2018 · 4 Comments


And then there was our good friend, Dan, who died of AIDS in 1995. I think of him every year as the calendar creeps through December, since he died in … Continue reading

December 20, 2017 · 16 Comments

Know your place …

Place names the place. A nod to Proust, but when you read it as a statement it says that places name themselves. Maybe that’s true a lot of the time. … Continue reading

November 28, 2017 · 10 Comments

Mistaken identity

I was minding my own business, emerging from my apartment in St. Louis’s hip Central West End, when, just as I was stepping off the curb to jaywalk over to … Continue reading

November 10, 2017 · 6 Comments