I like the color brown. I always have. Some of my favorite things are brown, like coffee and chocolate. For some reason, the little brown sweater I'm wearing today triggered a sweet, funny memory.
My Grandmother had agreed to watch me after school one afternoon. My Dad dropped me off; I ran up the driveway and knocked on the door. My Grandmother answered, wearing a flowing, brightly colored kaftan and high heeled gold 'lounging' shoes. Her brow furrowed a bit at the sight of me.
"Rebecca, you should never wear brown. It's not an attractive color. Men don't like it."
"But Grandmother... I'm a Brownie...."
