Laura Smith Writer

Category: Nonfiction

  • Random Acts of Kindness

    My weekend ritual includes a trip to my local Dunkin, for a very large super caffeinated coffee. This morning, the young woman manning the drive through told me that she is very happy to see me pull up because I am always so kind, and usually people aren’t. This comment made my day, I felt…

  • Worshipping at the Altar of Technology

    I have been fascinated with new technology recently, ipads, Kindle, Smartphones and other shiny new expensive items that gently lure in unsuspecting victims. This is a new phenomenon for me however. I was the last in my family to get a cellphone, pleading ignorance and standing tall and proud among the 27 people (and my…

  • Tolerance and Pity, oh my

    A few weeks ago I reacted strongly to a statement made by someone in my spiritual discussion group. As I am still stewing and chewing, I thought it best to explore why two words can set my blood a boil. The two offending words, “tolerance” and “pity.” As a writer I am amazed at the…

  • Fighting with God: Round Two, Tea Time

    I had a dream last night, where I sat in front of a machine that doled out coins, one at a time, in a slow methodical fashion. I sometimes feel that the Universe does this to me, doling out what I need, one thing at a time, never an outpouring, just a coin here and…

  • Great Expectations

    I have always harbored a negative connotation for the word “expectation” and I am not sure why. Some folks say that expectations are premeditated resentments. This can be true, although an expectation is awaiting a future event, but I seem to place expectations on people as well. I expect that so and so will do…

  • Surfacing

    I recently went through a dark period, where I was oozing negativity and self pity. I believe that I hit a bottom of sorts, like diving into a pool and touching the floor. Instead of staying underwater and holding my breath, I chose to push myself back to the surface. This resurfacing has been an…

  • Gratitude

    Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank…

  • Of Paper Towels, Purple Shoes and Miracles

    This past week has been an interesting one to say the least. I have been observing my reactions to life’s challenges, and although the patterns haven’t quite gelled, the mixed metaphors are aplenty. Observation number 1: I am like a paper towel, capable of extreme self – absorption. Just call me the quicker picker upper.…