{"id":3430,"date":"2010-09-22T07:03:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-22T07:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2010\/09\/22\/we-love-her-and-miss-her\/"},"modified":"2010-09-22T07:03:00","modified_gmt":"2010-09-22T07:03:00","slug":"we-love-her-and-miss-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2010\/09\/22\/we-love-her-and-miss-her\/","title":{"rendered":"we love her and miss her"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This evening my mother and I went through some of the things Brenda left behind in the storage bench when she died. Everything neglected, yellowing, ten to twenty years old. Music notation, folders for a defunct band, rejection letters from Island Records and Virgin, acres of her hand-writing, pages upon pages that she touched with her hands. The dust made me sneeze and created a film on the top of our shared cup of acai tea. <\/p>\n<p>We found black &#038; white photos of her, hair teased, badly posed, her lips coated in an 80&#8217;s shade of lipstick, impossible to name, improbable anyway. When I think of her, I think of her sitting at the table she had in her front yard, singing jazz while she chopped organic vegetables for soup, or dressed as a beautiful wood elf for Hallowe&#8217;en, almost androgynous, a knife at her belt and two streaks of pale bronzer slashed across her cheeks in the colour of fake ivy, a sparkling green. I was too young to remember her as the rocker wannabe, even though I recognize her in the pictures. Her smile is the same, and her bones.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This evening my mother and I went through some of the things Brenda left behind in the storage bench when she died. Everything neglected, yellowing, ten to twenty years old. Music notation, folders for a defunct band, rejection letters from Island Records and Virgin, acres of her hand-writing, pages upon pages that she touched with &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2010\/09\/22\/we-love-her-and-miss-her\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;we love her and miss her&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[231,7,486,57],"class_list":["post-3430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-life","tag-memories","tag-mum","tag-sadness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3430","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3430"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3430\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}