My mother used to tease that she had found me in a pumpkin patch, and my sister under a cabbage leaf. Secure in our elementary knowledge of biology (and the baby-book photos of her bulging belly) we didn't think twice about our origin, despite her joke. I used to make a similar wisecrack when my teens … Continue reading I Am the Pumpkin Patch
A Facelift, An Uplift
A Facelift... getting a jump-start on a new year with a new look for the blog! And in case you have it bookmarked anywhere, please note that the domain name is changing to KanaSmith.com ...(the old one was up for renewal, so I'm taking the opportunity to celebrate this year's update in MY name!) And an Uplift... a quote to remind … Continue reading A Facelift, An Uplift
If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
I dreamed last night that I was back in Safe Haven, the psych-facility where I recently spent ten days, and the dream felt comforting. The place is well named. My cell phone was one of the things I missed most in there---not for calls, but for Google (I hadn't realized how many things-a-day I look … Continue reading If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
A Dash of Tobasco
Last week at the beginning of a session, my counselor handed me a plastic dinosaur. I tucked it under my arm as we talked, and waited for him to tell me what was up with the toy. Of course he didn't start by telling me anything; instead, he asked me what I "noticed" about the T-Rex... … Continue reading A Dash of Tobasco
Addendum to a Eulogy
Yesterday my dad should have turned seventy. He passed away this year on my birthday, so this weekend we've been missing him on his. Ironically, I could still practice my favorite joke-ritual, which was not to call my dad (whose depth of phone-phobia was rivaled only by my sister's and my own) on his birthday. I … Continue reading Addendum to a Eulogy
Living Large by Living SMALL
Sometimes the Stuff we own ends up owning us... Here's a look at life with LESS!
Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
If you’re not familiar with poker, the thing to understand is that you start a hand with some cards of your own, and you don’t yet know what other cards will be available to you to use in that hand. You have to “sign up” to play that hand by putting some money in the … Continue reading Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
Kana's Chronicles 