The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots

Author: Emily Sara Smucker

  • The Great Switch

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    Two things I desire with a ferocity that nearly overwhelms me: To create To live an interesting life I know “interesting” means different things to different people, but to me it means new places, new ideas, new interactions. Traveling, reading, exploring, learning. College was a constant parade of interesting ideas. There was always a robotics…

  • Friendships, Etc

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    When my friend Esta and her daughter Eden came out to the coast with me for my birthday, I was surprised by how many people commented (both in person and on social media) about how awesome it is that we remain close friends despite the fact that I’m single and she’s married with two children.…

  • 27

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    I have a weird relationship with aging. Every year I get a little older and feel a little younger. Ten years ago I turned 17 and thought that the good times had finally arrived. I was a senior in high school, I had a driver’s license, and I was going to the BMA convention for…

  • Part 2: We Admire the View

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    As you may recall from reading part 1 of our adventures here, Mom, Jenny, Amy, and I woke up Friday morning to a very poorly functioning septic system. We dressed and primped, using as little water as possible, and then left to see the sights of Port Orford while the septic guys did their thing.…

  • Part One: The Girls Have Fun

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    My mom has a great love of buying things at garage sales, re-selling them on Ebay, and collecting the profits in a “girl’s fun money” jar. So far this has resulted in at least one fun girl’s trip every time Amy happens to be in town. Well Amy came home recently, I think for my…

  • Graduation

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    For seven years I’ve been composing graduation blog posts in my head. For seven years I’ve been waiting for the day when I could say, “I struggled through chronic illness and depression, I never bought myself new clothes except for a couple times, like for a friend’s wedding, I went to four different colleges, I…

  • The Wedding

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    Up here the sun sets late and rises early, and the relatives go to bed later and get up earlier. My mattress on the living room floor was not an ideal place to catch some zzzzz’s. In the morning I pulled a blanket over my head to block out the light and the feet shuffling…

  • Grandma 

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    Grandma brought 15 cans of prune juice in her carry-on bag. (“No,” said Grandma, correcting me, “it was 6 cans of prune juice and 5 cans of pineapple orange juice.) We checked that bag, after all. Grandma got to keep her shoes on, but she was still patted down by TSA for having hankies in…

  • A Quick and Pithy Update

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    I’m finally traveling again! Tomorrow I’m flying to Michigan with my grandma, where I’ll attend my cousin’s wedding and then road trip home with my brother and cousin. “And you’ll…just…leave your grandma in Michigan?” asked my friend Matt when I told him this today. “No, she’s flying home with my parents, who left today, so…

  • Money and Blogging

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    When I opened my blog today, the first thing I saw was a bright pink Planned Parenthood banner ad. I did some frantic googling. Is there any way to choose what ads go on your WordPress blog? No, it turns out, there really isn’t. So I spontaneously pulled all ads off my blog. I’ve never…