February 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 […]
read full articleJanuary 8, 2015 / Maisie Smith
“I really want to shake things up.” Best seven words ever. When a client says this phrase, it means that I get to roll up my sleeves, break into my drawer full of metaphorical finger paints and start slinging some gnarly shit up onto the blank slate in front of me. I call it creative […]
read full articleDecember 18, 2014 / Maisie Smith
Getting chased down a driveway by a pack of frenzied dogs five days before Christmas was not part of the plan. It should have been an easy drop… set the cookies on the doorstep, ring the bell and run like hell. We had spent the entire day in the kitchen decorating goodies. It was the […]
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