Author: Emily Sara Smucker

I went to an allergy doctor today and got bits of clear and yellowish residue scratched onto my arm or injected into little bubbles under my  skin. First little purple dots were magic-markered onto my arms, then drops of residue were distributed beneath. And after fifteen minutes, there were still only purple dots and drops of residue.…

I have virtually no relationship drama in my life. No friends whispering behind my back, no friends whispering to me behind their friends backs, no guys who I text and then they text me back and I text them back and they don’t text me back and I’m like, did they reply to that first…

Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday the school bus drops a bunch of Hispanic kids off at the Covenant Presbyterian Church, where they play games, do their homework, and learn about Jesus, until 5:15 or so when we walk them home to the trailer park behind the Church. Today me and a girl named Stephanie were…

“I just counted up the notebooks in my boxes,” I said, “and there were 73.” “73 notebooks? What could you possibly do with 73 notebooks?” my Aunt Rebecca asked, amazed. The truth is, I sometimes wonder that myself. I’m going to guess that I had thirteen or so notebooks here in VA before the boxes…

This is a post about multiple things. About why I haven’t been posting, about books I’ve been reading, and about valentine’s day. Why I haven’t been posting I mostly don’t like to fill my blog with depressed rants. Sometimes, if I do feel depressed, I avoid my blog along with my email and my phone. I…

Yesterday evening the sun shown through the icicles as it set, making them glow. “This is so beautiful,” I thought. I went to bed, and when I got up the sun was shining through the icicles again. “This is strange,” I thought. “How can the sun shine through the icicles as it rises, and also shine…

Fact: I have never understood how someone could think atheism was a religion. It came up at SMBI once. To begin with, there were several people telling me that atheism was a religion, and I disagreed with them. Slowly more and more people joined the conversation, yet still, no one was on my side. Once…

I am much more reasonable by daylight. The sun sets. Everyone goes to bed, but I am awake, awake, awake, and so discontented. I know that I should not be discontented. Most of the time I’m not, like during the day when everything is nice and beautiful and half-full. But at night I feel very melodramatic and…

I sat on an orange couch and drank tea. I love tea. There was a girl beside me named Jo, a chic college student who is friends with my aunt and uncle. We talked about random things and sipped our tea, with various purchases of the day in plastic bags by our feet. Perhaps because…