Life’s Manual is Just Outside

Written By: Erin Smith

September 28, 2021

We gotta get outside more. Our prehistoric brains aren’t coping too well in our modern technological world. Homo Sapiens have been around now for about 200,000 years. And until about 5,000 years ago, we were hunter gatherers, wandering the land in clans. The first civilizations – where we stayed in one place, more or less […]

Y’all Talk Pretty

Written By: Erin Smith

September 16, 2021

Me talk pretty one day. ~David Sedaris   When I was in Ms. Moberly’s first grade class at Providence, I was sent “out to the trailer” for  a speech assessment. At age 7, I still hadn’t mastered the articulation of the letter r, substituting a w sound instead. Problematic when your first, middle, and last […]

This Too is Grace

Written By: Erin Smith

September 2, 2021

If you read my weekly musings, then you’ve gleaned that my family is going through a lot right now. I had a writing professor at Centre who always preached, “Never write it while you’re in it.” I keep thinking – hoping, praying – that this time of strife will end in a wiser, more resilient […]

Let’s Normalize Skipping the Traditional College Experience

Written By: Erin Smith

September 2, 2021

Let’s normalize skipping the traditional college experience. Did you just clutch your pearls? Hear me out. At sixteen years old, my daughter is at that stage where adults seem to ask her only a single question. Where are you planning to go to college? I get it. She’s a junior in high school, extremely intelligent, […]

A Small Hope

Written By: Erin Smith

August 26, 2021

“Nothing is stronger than a small hope that doesn’t give up.” ~Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive   We have two choices right now: numbness or hope. Between the worrisome state of the world and carrying the weight of my own personal trauma, I’m pretty tired. Soul tired. Existentially tired. It’s a lot to process […]

A Message from a Manta Ray

Written By: Erin Smith

August 16, 2021

  I stared into the distance until my eyes watered from the glare on the water, until the tops of my feet burned under the scorching sun. It was impossible that I was here, a miracle to be talking to the ocean again. It almost feels frivolous to enjoy myself these days. To be honest, […]