Author: Scott Smith

Home for Christmas

(Note: I wrote the following back in 2009 about a now-somewhat-legendary mix of Christmas music I made in 2001. The reasons why I made it – and how, in the years since, I lost and found the joy that went…

Hope

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Everyone is afraid. That’s how we got here. I’m looking for hope right now or a sense of some common bond and that’s all I’ve come up with this morning. For some, they’re worried their livelihoods or their way of…

Father’s Day, different angle

Despite my insistence that it was bath time, Abigail – inexplicably dressed in her choice of a red flannel nightgown since 4pm – pleaded for permission to ride her bike around the block. I insisted, she pleaded. So there we…

Year Five

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At some point during our shared birthday week last year, I realized I wasn’t going to write my annual post about where Abigail and I were in our lives. Let’s just say it was a tough week.  This year has…