by Barbara Smith | Aug 28, 2015 | Personal Pigeonholes
Sailing along highway 20 in rural Mississippi, I thought the gas gauge read a tad more than half full when I glanced at it – but who can study a gauge at 80 70 mph? I told Doug, he relaxed and we settled back into listening to the CD recording of All the Light... 
by Barbara Smith | Aug 26, 2015 | ABOUT ME, Personal Pigeonholes
My kids and husband could tell you, I have a hard time reining in my reactions when some people are just being who they are . . . I can become some hypercritical, hypocritical crank. Losing my charm, barely communicates how I blew it recently. Seriously. On our road... 
by Barbara Smith | Aug 25, 2015 | Understanding the Times
When I read The Diary of Anne Frank, I was a bit older than she was when she wrote; when I saw the movie, I was the age she was when she died. I knew her story was a real one – a life lived in unimaginable times (to me, living in America in the 1950’s and early... 
by Barbara Smith | Aug 22, 2015 | Personal Pigeonholes
On an earlier trip this year to Maryland, an unexpected benefit of finding myself on antibiotics for one problem was a reprieve for another — from the annoying problem my hands have presented for three years now.1 Relief has continued slowly and little by... 
by Barbara Smith | Aug 15, 2015 | Personal Pigeonholes
Sitting on the deck of the cabin, the silence is evocative of times long past, when all I felt and heard were warm summer breezes, late afternoon sunshine, and every so often a train chugging past the town in which my grandmother lived. Back then I had never heard...