Tears in a Bottle

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on April 17, 2017 in Relationships |

Seventeen years ago we buried my daddy. Today, I intermittently bawl like a baby as rain falls from the sky and I wonder if God is crying too. He sees my every tear and saves them in a jar. Today is more difficult because I am removing another piece of Daddy from my shelves. It’s […]

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And I Know It’s Going to Hurt

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on May 16, 2016 in Growing Up in Plainview, Musings, Relationships |

A decade or more has passed since some of us had seen one another. Eight of us encircled a single table on the huge covered porch overlooking a field of wildflowers. We spent hours conversing throughout the weekend. “Catch us up on the last forty years” and one would begin the condensed version of her […]

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Memories in my Fingertips

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on February 28, 2015 in Relationships, Telling Your Stories |

There are things we feel compelled to do that may seem odd to others. Perhaps I will look back someday and wonder but it sure felt good. This world lost an earthly angel a few days ago. Yes, I know she was my mother, but really, she was an angel. She was a sweet, sweet […]

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Sometimes I still want to be the Kid

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on December 23, 2013 in Musings, Relationships, Telling Your Stories |

Today I am icing sugar cookies with my mother. She has dementia. I showed her how to spread the icing on the first cookie and I decorated it with sprinkles. She said, “I see how to do it now” and began to frost the cookie like a cake with lots of swirled frosting. I wish […]

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