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
gratitude
“…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
Apron Strings
“For this child I prayed.” 1 Samuel 1:27
I promise I will always have pennies in my coin purse in case we happen upon a fountain, for I will never stand for you missing out on anything upon which you can attach a wish. I promise to let you stay home from school every January 8th, and we will have Elvis sandwiches and watch his movies all day long. (We will tell your teachers it is a religious holiday.) 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
How’s the World Treating You?

“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.”
-W.T. Purkiser
The golden-deliciousness of falling leaves and the crispness in the air can mean only one thing: fall has unmistakably encroached on my beloved summer. I truly wish I were a soul who thrived in all seasons, but alas, it is not so. Continue reading
Girl: Happy
-Fraulein Maria
The Sound of Music is one of my very most cherished and favorite movies. For awhile I put in on every Sunday as I was getting ready for church. I watched it today with the little peanuts I nanny and even they seemed mesmerized at times by its charm. (What good is being a nanny if you can’t indoctrinate the little people into having good taste?)
Aud(b)rey

“For me, the only things of interest are those linked
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Girl: Happy

“It is the sweet, simple things in life that are the real ones after all.”
And The Grass Won’t Pay No Mind
“i thank You God for most this amazing
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes”