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I had emotions. And feelings. Lots and lots of them. Sometimes I thought I would like to wear black all the time and hang with the emo crowd. But I didn’t, of course, because that would be silly and there was no emo crowd to hang out with. I was thirteen. I was in Kenya.…

Mom wore this to Church  today. I thought it was so pretty. I was very envious of her skirt but when I asked her where she got it she said, “didn’t you give it to me for Christmas?” “No, I did not.” I’m probably too selfish to  give up a skirt that beautiful anyway. “Oh.…

I ahm thinking with the accent of a Kenyan now. I spent all day with Kenyan people. Sometimes the car would stop and we would all climb out to take a few snaps. (read: pictures.) We rode along on a very bumpy road in a funny little van where I insisted that Jenny buckle in.…

The agenda for the day was to drive around and look at places where Steven might have been when he was a street boy. We wanted to trigger memories. Memories are very important. “Do you remember this place?” “No,” he always said. Maybe he got frustrated that we always asked and he never remembered anything.…

“We left on Monday?” I asked Amy, “And today is Wednesday?” “Yes,” she said. “Where did Tuesday go?” “It was lost in the shuffle of time zones.” “Oh.” And then I thought that maybe Tuesday was the day we went on the canal boat in Amsterdam but in that case there never was a Monday…

In Amsterdam. 8 hour layover. Confused about the time because my computer is in EST, my mind is in PST, and I am technically in Amsterdam time whatever that is. Drama in airport: Jenny had to get screened because of her splint and ace bandage. Turns out that she had very mild explosive substances on her…

Remember this picture? Yep, that’s the photo that’s in my old snowflakes post. That is the one that is apparently popping up in google images when people search for “snowflakes.” It took me a long time to figure it out because the family computers block google images. So I went on my computer, and wow.…

This is a picture of my family. My Dad looks at the camera blankly. Jenny is looking at the camera and being Jenny. (Being Jenny. v. The act of doing silly things, making strange gestures, and/or saying things that don’t make much sense, for the sole purpose of making the world happy and perhaps getting…

Just so you know, I am twenty years old. I was born on July 6, 1990. That makes me 2o. Also, my book is 163 pages long. I just went and checked. Amazon, however, says it is 168 pages. I am not sure they counted. Today someone googled “how old is emily smucker” and someone…

Someday I will buy myself a camera. For now I will have to be content scraping paint off of the bathroom ceiling. If the above statements made no sense to you it is because you are not a genius like I am. (Just kidding.) I want to mention that I loved the book Jane Eyre even though…