March 5, 2015 / Maisie Smith
What do denim hiney shorts, an old-timey compass, a stack of musty books and a toddler eating an ice cream cone have to do with each other? The answer: absolutely nothing (Except for the fact that they were also the four images I used when I first launched my business website] When I flung myself […]
read full articleFebruary 19, 2015 / Maisie Smith
You don’t have to strap on a Kevlar vest and traipse notebook-first into an ISIS den to be a dangerous writer. Nor do you need to frantically scribble your thoughts while doing a free-fall from 12,000 feet. (That guy you’re strapped to… he pulls the ripcord. Right? Right?) Dangerous writing is courageous writing. Courageous writing […]
read full articleFebruary 5, 2015 / Maisie Smith
Her name was Claudine. And she was the meanest fourth grader at Byrom Elementary. Every single day, she wore an oversized burgundy Members Only jacket, Nike hi-tops and a scowl. Claudine also ruled the bus. The seats were full when I boarded the bus for my first day at a new school. All but one. […]
read full articleJanuary 29, 2015 / Maisie Smith
Dear Josie, When my son was seven, I told him a big fat lie. “Children aren’t allowed inside of a Chuck E Cheese once they turn eight,” I proclaimed. Wrap my naked body in a scratchy wool afghan and make me sit forever inside of a Chuck E Cheese on a Saturday afternoon… that would […]
read full articleJanuary 15, 2015 / Maisie Smith
“Geek porn,” I said matter-of-factly. “Geek porn?” “Yep. Porn for brainy people. It’d be smart. And witty. Where people wear glasses for real because they need to actually see important things.” He propped himself up on his elbow, a sign that I should keep going. “Every now and then, an algorithm is introduced that people […]
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