Laura Smith Writer

Category: Nonfiction

  • The Great Blush Revealed: Adventures in Humility

    “Humility” has always been a concept that I have had a hard time grasping. What exactly does it mean? The online dictionary says that it is “the quality or condition of being humble (modest, inferior or respectful); modest opinion or estimate of one’s own importance, rank, etc.” It goes on to state the synonyms: lowliness, meekness or submissiveness. The antonym is pride.   I can go down the road to humility by being modest,…

  • God 301 Intensive

    The move is complete, I am settling into a beautiful new home and I am grateful. Most of the boxes are unpacked and I am slipping into a new routine. I look out the window at the mist sinking down onto the mountain, my Christmas tree is nestled into the bay window and a water…

  • Moving…

    I haven’t written much lately as I have been getting ready to move after Thanksgiving. It hasn’t been altogether that difficult however, because I had started the process of purging after my son left for college. My empty nest syndrome manifested in a psychotic obsessive need to get rid of everything I haven’t been using.…

  • The Light at the End of the Tunnel

    A brilliant man said today, “there is always a light at the end of every tunnel.” So many times I forget as I am experiencing strife, that I always come out of that difficulty and into the light. However I can always choose to stay in the tunnel, to stay in the darkness or the…

  • Oh no, I'm a control freak

    but I am horrible at it, in much the same way as a dog does not make a good cat, sorbet just doesn’t cut it as ice cream or mosquitoes do not make loving house pets. I love order from chaos, but I tend to control that which is not in my power to control.…

  • And they appeared, as if by magic

    Autumn has slipped in, the leaves are already changing here in the Berkshires. This morning I took to the Appalachian Trail for the first time in a few weeks, and it was like slipping into a different world. Birch leaves covered the trail, roots seemed to have sprung (my feet had forgotten where they were.)…

  • Taking Flight

    This morning I set out for a run, choosing the trail behind my apartment which weaves through rolling fields, past a pond, over a brook and by some pine woods. I hadn’t been running in a few days and my lungs felt it,  and my legs were a little shaky, but I ventured on, determined…

  • It just might be time for a nap…

    I have been putting off writing this post for a few weeks now, resistance is a powerful force, and is futile, as the Borg say. But what I resist is what I know I need to look at. On September 1, my son went off to college, leaving a very quiet, empty home. I am…