Standing in the overwhelm. I dreamt during the night that I stood in the middle of chaos and overwhelm. It was more a feeling and less a look but if I had to describe it, I would say a swirling mass of grey and black smoke that made it impossible to breathe. I woke up, [...]
Author: Susan Wheeler Smith
September 10, 2019. Thirty-six years.
Thirty-six years married to this guy. Thirty-six years ago, he showed up at the church five minutes before our ceremony. In cowboy hat and boots. My mother had been saying for an hour, “he’s not coming, Sue.” I knew he was coming. When we met at the front altar, I whispered to him, “where have [...]
August 6, 2019.
Hey Friends. This has been my view for a week or so now. I’ve been working on websites, organizing my life, journaling, and eating Oui yogurt. (TMI but the dairy is killing me, so this is the last one for a while.) That’s my life right now, so nice chatting with you okay bye. I [...]
July 28, 2019. Self-Care.
It is a beautiful July Saturday morning. We don’t describe July mornings as beautiful much around here in Virginia. I am taking advantage of the cooler temps and lower (for now) humidity and am writing on The Porch. Self-care. I suck at it, to be honest. I’m usually more about self-destruct. Or self-sabotage. As I’m [...]
July 24, 2019.
I brought these cookbooks home from mom’s last weekend. While it’s true that I am a notorious book girl, these three books are special. They belonged to my grandmother, her sister, and their mother. Familiar handwriting fills recipe cards and notes tucked into two of the books. My grandmother’s and my great-aunt. My great-grandmother died [...]
Rainy July 23.
Summer rainy days are the best. Hey Friends. I have been trying to figure out my writing voice or niche for awhile now. I like writing voice better and I think you will figure out why as you read on. Writing has been a struggle since I realized I was supposed to write. I’ve always [...]
June 26, 2019.
Horses. I can think of very few little girls I've ever known, including myself and My Girl, who aren't (or weren't) obsessed with horses. Even if they never rode, they collected horse figurines and read horse stories and drew horse pictures. I was lucky to ride often when I was younger and we made sure [...]
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