The Women of The Kendrick Phyla

I have two sisters, Karol and Kathy who are lovely, kind, generous women…both as spiritual and good as the day is long.

They are also pains in my ass.

Kathy and Karol have been bugging me to include not only more of them in these posts, but more things about our insanity addled family. It goes without saying, this would be a huge mistake.

What you are about to read are almost completely fake, made-up transcripts of several e-mails sent back and forth from my home in Houston to a small berg in the Texas Hill Country where my MUCH, MUCH, MUCH OLDER sisters were together over the recent holidays.

(The part about my sisters being MUCH, MUCH older? That’s COMPLETELY true!)



We think that your readers want more stories that focus on the oddness of our family. Your life experiences alone make great fodder. For example, your hilarious story from last summer, “The Hamper” was based on a true story. We know for a fact that was one of your most read posts, so in these days of supply and demand, Kathy and I think you should supply your readers with what they don’t even know they want.

Real demand will come later.

And write more about us, your loving sisters, you Bitch!


Kathy and Karol


Dear Kathy and Karol,

You must have mistaken me for someone else.

I don’t have any sisters. I’m an only child. My mother’s uterus only had womb for one and I hand-printed the “occupado” sign on that “door” more than 48 years ago.

Please refrain from sending further correspondence because frankly, I don’t like the way your names look on my computer.


Laurie Kendrick


Well Laurie,

Is that so? Not related you say? If we weren’t related to you, then how would we know about the fact that you used to take movie soundtrack albums and sing and dance to them in our foyer? And furthermore, Butch, you even sang the Christopher Plummer parts in “The Sound of Music”.

Why is it then that we know that for three months in 1964, you thought you were a dog and would bark once for yes, twice for no and demanded that you eat dinner from a china bowl on the floor? Ring any bells there, Nutcake?

It’s true. We know even more stuff too. More revealing comments will be left on this blog and they will spill other sordid details about your very sordidly strange life IF you don’t write more stories that feature us!

Don’t be stupid, Laurie–give in to our demands or pay the price. Don’t look at this as extortion…we prefer to call it blackmail.

By the way, since you’re the youngest, we’ve never really liked you.

Kathy & Karol


To Whom It May Concern;

Once again, you are mistaken.

Yes it is true—I am Laurie Kendrick, but obviously NOT the Laurie Kendrick you have in mind. We’re not related.

You see, I had a rather unorthodox upbringing . It was, I’m sure far, far different than what you two experienced. You grew up in relative normalcy—my storied childhood was one of mythic proportions!

Initially, I was the daughter of Brandy, an unmarried bar maid, who lived in a harbor town where she worked, laying whiskey down. When my mother learned she was with child, she begged my sea-faring father to marry her, but he told her no.

He made it clear he couldn’t stay…no harbor was his home

The sailor said, “Brandy, you’re a fine girl. What a good wife you would be. But my love, my life and my lady, is the sea. Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee”.

Ashamed to be unwed and pregnant, she left her small coastal hometown and moved into the sparsely populated Highlands to wait out her pregnancy and ultimately, give birth.

Nine months later, all alone on a dark and stormy night in a small, thatch roofed, dirt floored lean-to in the forest, she delivered a fine, seven-pound-five-ounce baby girl…..


But she had no way to support me, so, ever the artistic, dexterous and enterprising woman, she fashioned a basket out of leaves and twigs, placed me inside and sent the basket adrift on a nearby stream with the hopes someone would find me and like Moses, take me into their bosom.

Or in my case…their teat.

You see, I was found two days later by a mother wolf, out on her daily constitutional. As luck would have it, this wolf mother was particularly fond of hominids and had been raising three young boys whom she found in similar circumstances. They would become my brothers. You might have heard of two them…Romulus and Remus?


They were wonderful boys. Momma Wolf suckled them for the first four years of their lives. She was a wonderful mother. She instilled in them values and ethics. So much so that Romulus went on to discover Rome. The city was named after him actually.

Remus grew up to become an old black man and a fictional literary figure in the Old South, “Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings: The Folk-Lore of the Old Plantation”

My other brother while successful in his own right, is lesser known. His name is Trent and he was an odd child. Different. Soft-spoken, kind of shy. Impeccable dresser. Fastidious, loved clothing, interior design, watching reruns of “Golden Girls” and reading “Crate and Barrel” catalogs. For some reason, he just clicked–I mean, really “connected” with my confirmed bachelor wolf uncle, Bruce who allowed Trent to “suckle” him for the first 36 years of Trent’s life.

Long story short, Trent went on to discover San Francisco.

Good luck in your journey to find your sister, but I assure you, I am not her!



  1. I support Kathy and Karol in their quest to be featured more. Frankly, I’m not even in your nutty family, and I also would like to be featured more. Was that Kathy or Karol in the wedding photo – you know, the one where one of your sisters was doing an assisted keg stand in her wedding dress?? She was lovely, whoever she was, and I’d like to learn more about her.

  2. The Sisters and I are going through an “emotional spring cleaning” situation at the moment and getting rid of a lot of excess in our lives. PM, I join Kathy with a heartfelt thank you. Looking forward to meeting you someday and showing you some great Texas hospitality in Snook and the beautiful Texas Hill Country.

  3. Kathy and Karol have been bugging me to include not only more of them in these posts,

    So, what’s stopping your sisters from writing their own blogs? Besides your threat that you’ll slash their tires, I mean.

  4. So you are Brandy’s daughter. I always wondered what happened to her. Poor thing. But resourceful. I’m mean, who else would know just what stream would take you to just the right wolf’s den where you would be properly cared for. What a mom! Brandy. They oughta make a song out of her.

  5. Come on Laurie you know as well as I do there are alot of funny stories that can come from the house on Main St. and the house on Brown St. Well just from KC in general. Keep after her ass Kathy and Karol!! We want stories, we want stories, just keep me out of ’em.

  6. cheryl, remember when laurie told you that wesley was the singer to bob dylan’s song “lay lady lay”?

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