Beverly Smith
The Great Curling Iron Catastrophe
Note to self: When using a curling iron, safety goggles are recommended. Had I been aware of this earlier, I might have prevented the Great Curling Iron Catastrophe. But, even if I had seen...
Just So You Know
To my grown kids. There are some things I'd like to tell you, a few confessions I'd like to get off my chest, just so you know.
I prayed for you while I was...
“Attitude Reflects Leadership”
The movie Remember the Titans resonates with me on many levels. Like Coach Bill Yoast's daughter, I was nine years old when integration was initiated in Alabama and our small school closed. My dad,...
I’m Leaving
“I’m leaving. See you in a bit. Have fun!” Mom and/or Dad wave and walk away without so much as a backward glance. Their toddler waves "‘bye ‘bye," happily picks up a toy, and...
I love you Mommy
“I love you, Mommy.”
As sweet as it sounded, I knew she’d usually done something she shouldn’t have when she slid up next to me and said, “I love you, Mommy.”
It was never anything terrible,...
The Blue Thing
“I can’t find the blue thing.”
“Maybe it got lost in the great kitchen disaster.”
“No, we’ve used it since then. I can’t find it. It’s just disappeared.”
“We’ll have to use the white things.”
“You don’t think...
A Small List of Grievances
My youngest and her friend spent a day broiling in the sun selling pictures for Kent one Saturday. He takes great pictures of youth sports and has turned his love of photography into a...
Does Someone Need A Hug?
Fun fact from the National Park Service social media page: What do you call a baby porcupine? A porcupette of course and they are born with their quills. It takes a few hours for...
Drop Your Phone and Put Your Hands In the Air
“Hello? Did you even hear what I said? Hey! Hello? That’s it, drop your phone and put your hands in the air!”
“Huh?”
Have you ever gotten the blank stare? Have you ever given it? You...
What I’d Say to My Younger Self
My high school class is gathering for a reunion this fall. A friend has been posting pictures from our yearbook in the Facebook group. Oh my, I look at my seventeen-year-old self from the...