Sunday, September 11, 2016
May the memory of all those lost and injured, of the civilians going about their everyday lives and all of the heroes who stepped up and stepped into the breach to save them...may their memories all stay dear in our hearts and often in our prayers.
Life is fleeting. Live yours to the fullest and use it wisely. Be a good friend, reach out to someone in need, give hope to someone feeling lost. Find a way to give back a little in memory of all of those we have lost on 9/11, and all those lost in the wake of that fateful day. Honor their memory by bringing something good into the world.
Never forget how fragile we truly are.
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 9:30 AM
Thursday, July 14, 2016
This is the latest trailer for "Loving," which opens late in the year just in time for Oscar consideration season. If this was all we ever saw of the movie, it would be a powerful statement of how far we have come, and how we constantly have to fight not to go backwards again, because we still...still in 2016...have a long way to go.
Fifty years ago in this country, it would have been illegal for a white American to marry a black American in far too many places in this country.
The Loving case was initially filed in their home state of Virginia, but it could have been filed in any number of places all over the nation, mostly places below the Mason-Dixon line, but not all of the states who had anti-miscigenation laws were in the deep South. In some states, in the backwoods bayous and farmlands far away from the looseness of the city folks, this is still looked at sideways and with disrespect.
Fifty years ago: think about how many friends and neighbors would have been potentially subject to arrest and persecution under cover of state law for daring to love someone of a different color. For a lot of us, that seems sad and ridiculous and completely illogical from our perch in 2016, knowing so many loving couples who fit that description and have done for years.
But for far too many in this country, they still feel that this is wrong. And in this nasty brew of a political season, these festering folks are starting to crawl out of the woodwork and point the finger of shame from their small-minded corners. For some people, the 1950s were a golden era of "values."
But they certainly weren't "Loving" values for all Americans, now were they?
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 12:40 PM
Monday, July 11, 2016
My to do list is a bazillion miles long today, but all I can think about is playing hooky. Being an adult can be so hard sometimes, can't it?
What do I want most to do at the moment? Color and take a nap.
It's summertime, and I may be reverting to my childhood pastimes. Is that so wrong?
Come and play, everything's a-okay: the Sesame Street lifestyle is calling my name.
Maybe after I get the fridge cleaned out...
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 12:12 PM
Monday, May 9, 2016
UPDATE: Guess who was hiding in a closet and being silent until we opened the door? You guessed it. We're so grateful that he's safe.
Our sweet ginger tabby, Sheldon, managed to slip out of the garage yesterday evening while we were unloading stuff from the car. We cannot find him anywhere in the neighborhood.
I am in a panic.
Am feeling responsible, because I didn't even notice he was gone until this morning. Normally, I do a pet check every night, but I was exhausted last night and just assumed he was in with The Peanut.
The Peanut went to school this morning thinking he might just be hiding somewhere in the house. He likes to do that. Except that he isn't. In the house, I mean, because we have searched everywhere, rattling the treat bag all over the place to no avail.
It is like losing a child, and I am desperate to find him. What if he's hurt and has no one to comfort him? What if he is hunkered down and terrified somewhere and can't find his way back to us?
He hasn't been outside since we brought him in during the bitter winter of arctic blast freezes, and he was awfully tiny and pitiful then. He has no idea how to survive outside the house now.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
The last three months have been a slog. There has been a weird viral, upper respiratory sick going around here, and I have caught it full force.
I was sick all the way through our Spring Break trip to the beach. Even lost my voice for a few days there.
I was sick when we got home.
And I have been plodding forward, sick still, ever since. This week, it finally settled into my lungs again -- and I'm down with a fairly nasty form of bronchitis this time. Ugh.
Since my chemo a few years ago, my immune system has just not bounced back like it used to do. Each day, I try to eat a lot of fruits and veggies in a rainbow of colors, try to stay active and pushing toward 10,000 steps most days (unless I'm down for the count, and even then I'm in the 5,000 step range on a light day). Since track season began and the weather has gotten a little better, I'm out walking around the outside of the track while The Peanut has her practices, which has really upped my step count on practice days.
I've even lost 6 pounds in the last few weeks.
But still: sick and tired.
I've tried taking it easier this week -- lots of rest, pushing fluids, sleeping in, going to bed early, lots of fruits and veg with vitamin C, not over-doing it, etc., but am still feeling lousy. The truth is that I am sick and tired of feeling so darn sick and tired.
So I'm asking for some advice.
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 11:25 AM
Monday, April 4, 2016
We took a desperately needed beach trip for Spring Break to Hilton Head, SC. As always, leaving the island was a little painful, because our walks on the beach and daily bike rides were so nice and relaxing.
But real life beckons, as it always does, and we are back home to finish out the school year.
We came home to cold temperatures, wind, rain, and even a little snow. Brrrrrrrr...
(Photo by Christy Hardin Smith, taken on our last gorgeous day at the beach.)
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 9:03 AM
Friday, February 19, 2016
We're going on a quest for some new books today for my school library. Every so often, Scholastic has a big warehouse sale and puts remaindered and undersold books on a serious discount.
Unfortunately, they never hold these sales anywhere that is within easy driving distance for me. Until now.
So off we go, to see what we can find among the discount bins and boxes, to replenish the well-thumbed pages of some of the favorites in my little library. It is amazing how many books you can go through a year when your reading constituency consists of small children who love to read, but also love to eat messy snacks and drink kook-aid while doing so. (Even when their mean librarian tells them no food and drinks with their library books on a regular basis.)
I've been compiling a list in my head of what I might want to seek out, but will be fine-tuning it on paper on the two-hour drive to the warehouse this morning.
If you haven't been paying attention the last few years, you should. Children's literature is fantastic at the moment. Thanks may be due to the J. K. Rowling Harry Potter phenomenon, and all of the copycat fantasy sequels it has spawned, but is more likely just a product of increased reading on the whole by kids who are finding some really good things to read.
More quality writing is spawning more quality reading, perhaps.
As I tell my kids, the classics are classics for a lot of very good reasons, not the least of which is how wonderful they are to read...still. But there is something really exciting about finding a new book that is so good that it is destined to join the classics pantheon. All the new books build on the classic shoulders, putting new twists on older plots and characters, and adding to the imaginations of the next generation of readers and writers, some of whom may be in my classes. Just the thought of this makes me seriously happy.
A good book is such a joy, isn't it? The fact that so many of them keep appearing from so many wonderful authors just makes my job more fun -- because I try to read the new books that come into the library to be able to describe them for the kids and match them up with the right readers. Let me tell you, there is some wonderful stuff to devour in my "to read" pile right now, and I'm hoping to add to that today.
A big thank you to all the authors and editors out there: you make my job really enjoyable, and my reading time a lot more fun. So, thank you very much for the constant source of new inspiration.
Whatever the reason for the explosion of good writing, there is a lot of really good reading out there for my kids, and today I am going out to find some great new books. The thought of a giant warehouse full of discounted yet still awesome books is making me a little giddy, I'm not going to lie.
I am such a nerd. But in a good way, right?
(Photo via Pimtheda.)
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 8:18 AM
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Had a snow squall yesterday that was so forceful, we could not even see the road for a while. Woke up to snow falling down again this morning and sub-attic wind chill.
Beginning to feel way too much like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day.
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 12:11 PM
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Woke up to lots of snow and ice for our Mardi Gras, and all I wanted was some warm red beans and rice. I've been craving some New Orleans lately -- it really is a fantastic place to go and relax and have fun and blow off whatever is troubling you. But since my schedule won't really work for a long weekend at the moment, I thought I'd bring the New Orleans to us.
Thanksfully, I got to the store yesterday before the snowstorm hit us, and we have the provisions on hand.
Sure, I'm going against tradition by serving it on a Saturday instead of the traditional Monday, when home cooks in New Orleans used to use the bone from the Sunday dinner ham to flavor the beans as they cooked slowly on the back of the stove at a simmer all day on Monday. Waste not, want not, right? Especially when it is wash day and you needed a dish that could cook without you having to watch it constantly.
But serving something this yummy on a nontraditional day is not really a worry. My dilemma?
My old recipe, which I love dearly, was snagged from the food section of the Times-Picayune, and is one that I've made a bazillion times in my crockpot. But the amount of butter called for is no longer one I'm willing to use, so I've searched for something with good flavor that won't be so unhealthy for my system.
So I've taken cues from another recipe that I found in the Times-Picayune and from a Paul Prudhomme recipe from his wonderful cookbook "A Fork In The Road."
Here's the recipe I've used:
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 9:41 AM
Thursday, January 28, 2016
This video is joyful, exuberant and playful, and so full of enthusiasm for life that it makes me want to burst at the seams just watching it. Yes, it is two actors in a mini-film of their own making. Yes, there may be a bit of self-marketing involved in their levels of joy and wonderment. Yes, I am a sucker for a sappy, gloriously amusing romp in the wilds of Africa, a continent that I have yet to visit anywhere other than in the pages of travel books or watching "Out of Africa."
But there is something genuinely sweet and sincere about a lot of this. It makes me smile.
It also makes me wonder where my inner Peter Pan has gone. Because it has been a while since this sort of wonder and joy has taken over for me.
I have gotten glimpses of this several times the last few years: climbing to the top of the gypsum dunes in White Sands National Monument or getting up before dawn just to see the sunrise about the Grand Canyon's majestic rim, and then walking along the rim of the Grand Canyon with The Peanut, no other human being around us for a half an hour or more. (Best cross-country driving trip ever, and still paying off in happy dividends just remembering it.)
But to utterly and completely let loose? Somehow, I have lost the ability to do that.
Posted by Christy Hardin Smith at 9:45 AM
Friday, January 22, 2016
As I sit here with my warm cuppa coffee in hand, snug in our cozy sunroom with it's beautiful view of our newly-filled bird feeders, the merest wisp of flurries has begun to fall outside. The world outside seems to be holding its breath, and the the sharp smell of snow is rapidly increasing on the strengthening wind.
The birds are stuffing themselves against the cold, and even our pampered little westie has hunkered down on a blanket in front of a heater vent.
At this point, we have had so many snow warnings that there would be no excuse for a lack of toilet paper, milk and bread (the constant contents in the checkout line buggies the last few days - do people do this where you live, too?), but you can't completely prepare for the possibility of power outages in this sort of frigid weather.
As a sort of barrier for my own sanity, I've upped the heater temperature just a little in our house and have dragged a few extra blankets out of storage just in case. All of our phones are currently fully charged, and we have back-up chargers for our cell phones in the car. Speaking of cars, mine is fully gassed, just in case.
The pantry is full of goodies, and the makings of yummy meals for the days ahead, and I'm about to put a crockpot full of mulled cider on to spice itself up and fill the house with the smell of comfort.
In the days leading up to this storm, I hit the store to get some extra milk -- we go through a lot of it at our house, and my coffee just isn't the same without a hefty splash -- and other assorted goodies, but, truth be told, we stay fairly well-stocked at our house out of habit. My Granny was a Great Depression survivor, and drilled the importance of a well-stocked pantry into my head from a very early age. This includes staples that you can eat without having to heat them up: bread, peanut butter, applesauce, fruit, cut up veggies and dip, etc.
But in my pre-storm shopping, I also snagged some little crafty bits and pieces for The Peanut. Even though we have hit the pre-teen phase with a vengeance, she still loves to color and so do I.