Laura Smith Writer

Category: Nonfiction

  • The Calm Sea is Full of Shoes

      The day is crisp, a gentle breeze blows from the north, or south. The house is quiet, for once my animal friends are snoozing. I am serene, my life is running smoothly, things are falling into place. Why do I want so bad to splash? Not just a little, oops sorry I got you…

  • Ode to a Great Blue Heron

    It is foliage season in New England, the leaves are turning their brilliant or not so brilliant colors before dropping to the ground to be come recycled material. It always sneaks up on me, one day I will be standing in the woods and they are awash in color, the next day, or so it…

  • Juggling in a Sea of…

    I will now embark on a journey of mixed metaphors and sharp right hand turns. Some writers keep journals, I happen to keep little slips of paper. Not the most organized way to keep all of one’s thoughts in proper order, but they sit in a neat pile on my desk, waiting to be looked…

  • Connection

    Today a replica of my car drove by on the turnpike, same color, same make and model. I ended up by chance following the car on my journey home after a grueling day of classes and rushing and errands galore. We were 2 very blue cars driving in the rush hour traffic, but when he…

  • Running

    I posted a one liner on Facebook a few months ago, “May you always run downhill.” This revelation had come after I had completed a five mile run with a few difficult hills followed by the blessing of a downhill sprint. I love running downhill, the wind in my hair, the quickened pace, the joy.…

  • Spring's Third Day

    has arrived.

  • The Carnival is Coming, or The Carnival is Here

    Recently I have been likening my head to a carnival, not my haircut, although it has been humid today and the poodle act needs to be filled, but the thoughts that incessantly race all day long. The Hall of Mirrors: Ok, I really am not as fat as I think I am, or stupid, lazy,…

  • Good Fences Make What?

    Good tomatoes? “Boundary,” it’s a dirty word, I know. It is also something that I don’t know how to make or keep, especially in intimate relationships. I either push people away, or attach myself so completely that I smother them, thus pushing them away. I know that I have a hard time being in a…