Forever Blonde by Brenna Womer

pour-over coffee close-up shot of grounds and filter


We were together for a summer, the first one he’d ever spent away from his two little girls who were downstate with their mother. He called her my ex on our first couple of dates and then Sally for a handful after that, but it wasn’t long before she was back to being Sal—a name I thought too endearing for someone he was trying not to love anymore.

On Saturdays we’d stay in pajamas and play cribbage at the dining room table. He’d make mug after mug of pour-over coffee, and at some point I’d go to the guest bathroom to take a shit, nothing to look at but family photos. I learned that Sally had homebirths and breastfed and that there was no chance he’d ever look at either of their beautiful girls without thinking of her.

Each new thing he learned about me seemed to fall into one of two categories—Like Sally or Unlike Sally—and soon he was trying to fix me with the bits of her he had left: old snowshoes so I wouldn’t have to buy a pair that winter, too-small tampons under the master bathroom sink, clonazepam in the medicine cabinet in case I forgot to pack my own, and a scalding bath for a UTI because she used to be a nurse and swore by it.

Sal will always be the mother of my children, he’d said, unprompted, more than once, but it got old, feeling him go limp in my mouth when her ringtone played; washing my dark brown hair with the dregs of her Forever Blonde shampoo.


Womer_BrennaBrenna Womer is an MFA candidate at Northern Michigan University where she teaches composition and literature and serves as an associate editor of Passages North. She lives in the charming Upper Peninsula with her pit bull Basil and can see Lake Superior from her bathroom window if she stands on the toilet seat. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Normal School, The Pinch, New Delta Review, Fugue, Quarterly West, and elsewhere. More work can be found at



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  • Brenna Womer, You nailed it. A succinct assessment where every sentence paints a paragraph. Thanks!

  • Danielle deLeon

    Absolutely awesome piece. Wish I could be pithier right now. 🙂