Author: Emily Sara Smucker

Sometimes, when SO many things are happening, I don’t post because I’m not sure what I should post about first. Ah well. I promised Jenny and her friends that I would post about them and the wonderful party they threw for me, so I shall begin with that. I was in my bedroom, listening to…

“Emily,” said Jenny, “are you free on Tuesday afternoon?” “I don’t know. Why?” “Well, me and my friends are planning…something.” “I can be free on Tuesday afternoon if you want me too.” Jenny smiled and gave me a big hug. Three free days to go before I leave, and now one afternoon spoken for. I…

Oh dear me. I have been neglecting my blog. Out of guilt, most likely, though it seems a strange reason to neglect one’s blog. Princess Chloe’s blog is, of course, over. It had a very short lifespan. I expected it would. However, it accomplished it’s goal. I am now writing again. The plot of Leftover…

I decided that I need a new and unique way to inspire myself to write about Princess Chloe and her sisters. Thus, Princess Chloe now has a blog. iamprincesschloe.wordpress.com I don’t really know how long this will last. But I guarantee that if you comment and such it will inspire a longer lasting blog life.…

Twas the night before the garage sale And all through the house Every human was stirring (and more than one mouse) The junk was all labeled And priced with such care In hopes that some buyers Soon would be there The children were nestled Mid piles of stuff “Mom!” they were saying, “We’ve worked long…

I really enjoyed the story of stuff, so when they came out with a new video called the story of cosmetics, I watched it. Yikes. So I was randomly looking at my deodorant today, and thinking about this. I decided to do wikipedia searches on the ingredients. The first few were pretty boring so I skipped…

In this post I will try to explain how going home is like going to heaven, and also how going home is my worst nightmare. I have more nightmares about going home and not belonging than I do about anything else. And when I do come home, for real, I always get hurt deeply over small…

Today is the fifth anniversary of the day I became a writer. It happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon. July 17, 2005, to be exact. Blogging was in back then, and since I was bored that Sunday, I decided to follow the crowd and get a blog. My first post was quite the literary masterpiece:…

I remember the day I first discovered the wonders of driving slow. I was driving home from a graduation photo shoot, feeling somewhat sick, and wishing there was a way to drink my half-finished dr. pepper without veering off the road. And then it struck me: drive 45 mph instead of 60 mph. I cannot…

The guests: Esta, Elizabeth, two ten year old Hispanic girls, and an eight year old Hispanic girl. The presents: Three copies of my book, which I gave to the girls. Huh? How does that work? You know the Bible story where the guy invites all those fancy people to his party, but they can’t come?…