i turned 34 this week. the estrogen-compelled ageist in me bemoaned the fact, condemning the gray hairs abounding along my middle part (of course. of course they sprout up in the exact place they would be most noticeable), and my metabolism, aka the physiological version of a last-picked-in-P.E. loser, no longer able to sprint through any of my all-you-can-eat culinary acquisitions the way it used to. but, the Moonriver cantillating, stained-glass reverie dwelling, heartsome part of me reveled in the blessing of another year on a planet so apt to provide. aside from grateful communion with my God, i felt there was no better way to express my thankful wonder at the world then by composing a list of 34 reasons why I am so very glad to be alive and well. Continue reading
Happy is {as Happy does}
“…like pearls slipping off a string…”
My little sister says “dude” a lot. I would attribute this to her being 20 years old, except that I say “rad” at least twenty-three times a day, so maybe it’s just a Smith sister thing. Continue reading
Girl: Happy
“In this world in which we live, simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders.”
-L. Frank Baum
When I think of living simply, I immediately envisage small living spaces. Most often, the requiem I find myself in is a small loft apartment, with charmingly crackled walls, cold concrete floors, and a bed clad in diaphanous white linens, the center of it all. There are countless little towers of vintage books, haphazardly strewn throughout the humble haven, all standing watch like little sentinels. Continue reading
I Don’t Care If The Sun Don’t Shine

“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”
-Oscar Wilde
Ernest Hemingway said to write hard and clear about what hurts. A truth I am trying to champion is that there is an acuity to my words only when they are written extractions of my tragic vulnerabilities (proof: here); I want to be able to extract my happiness with the same amount of expressive precision. I have hesitated for quite some time to publish this part of my life for fear of brandishing my unpleasantries for the world wide web to witness. But, another truth I am trying to overcome is that I am not very brave. And so I am going to do as Ernest urged. He was, after all, a man so very handsome, and as “I’m just a girl who cain’t so no” to a handsome man… Continue reading
Girl: Happy
“There are all sorts of things that have to be tended to in the world.”
-Marian Cannon Shlesinger, little old lady
I happened upon this article today and was thoroughly inspired. Marian Cannon Shlesinger, a centenarian and a spitfire, imparts the wisdom she’s gathered while on this walk we call existing. Continue reading
Girl: Happy
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
Kurt Vonnegut once said, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim, or murmur, or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” I thought of this quote not long ago during one such moment, and I did just that- it wasn’t an emphatic exclamation, but a contented vocalization: “I’m happy.” And that was the first time I can ever recall recognizing happiness at it’s exactness.
Girl: Happy
Oh mercy. It’s been forever, hasn’t it? Now that summer’s over, it’s much harder for me to find things to be grateful for. I kid, I kid. Here’s what I’ve got for ya: Continue reading
Girl: Happy
Oh. My. Summer. I’ve been enjoying it so fully that I’ve neglected to catalog it…
Firstly, I give you the one, the only: Nina Simone. She is often referred to as, “The High Priestess of Soul”. Is. she. ever. Nina was so inspired with the classical masterpieces of Bach that she aspired to become a classical pianist and in the process developed an original and distinctive sound. Continue reading
Starting Today
