Jacqueline Smith
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Stories (6/0)
Momma
The little man lived across the city street in LODO, which stands for lower downtown, an industrial area in Denver, CO. His home, a white, brick, run down storefront. His name was Val and I didn’t know much more about him than that. He was athletic and lean and very quirky, always tan with a wry and often inappropriate sense of humor. On the land between the street and the sidewalk, he grew squash and greens, beans and cucumbers. It was an amazing garden and I am sure, one of his sources of food. He was often outside in the blistering Colorado sun, watering his garden, the clear and cool water arcing from the hose, highlighting color, green and sunshine. One day, he saw the dog we eventually called, Momma. She was a thin, black mix between a lab maybe and who knows. She had a saggy stomach that was thin and her teats were hanging low. Every day she would come by Val’s and he would give her water. I don’t think he really had any food, so she started sniffing at my door.
By Jacqueline Smith3 years ago in Petlife
No Fail Seed Bread
Most commercial gluten free breads lack taste, texture and nutrition as well as containing dairy products and thickeners. This bread ticks all the good boxes and is purely satisfying!! It is gluten free, dairy and additive free and works every time. It is my little black dress of bread. I bake one a week, slice it when cool and then freeze it. Toasting not only brings it to temperature, but a second toast will enhance the subtle nutty oils. It goes beautifully with avocado, almond or any nut butter, an egg, strong cheese or just butter.
By Jacqueline Smith4 years ago in Feast
The Monster Within
Dealing with an ED sucks. It’s the hardest thing you may ever have to go through besides maybe cancer. Your child or friend or maybe its a parent have a little voice in their head telling them they are worthless, that they have no right to hold space on this earth. Not eating or purging is helping them to cope with the stress and anxiety that they feel. OCD is often very present along with other comorbidities. It’s a heck of a lot of fun. If you are lucky, you get health insurance to help cover some of the costs and then you still have the grocery shopping, cooking, driving and planning that is just about a constant job for however long it is going to take. In my case it’s my daughter and I am really hurting for her right now. The only thing I know to do is to keep going. I think it must be like alcoholism or drug addiction or any other behaviour that is harmful but giving a temporary feeling of control and relaxation. One day is good, one day is awful, like bipolar.
By Jacqueline Smith5 years ago in Psyche
Take a Bite
My lover comes to me at noon. He is my height and heavier than me, a bit of a teddy bear around the middle. He has short, groomed hair like salt and pepper and those dark eyes. Those dark O’Higgin eyes, like the rest of his family, that bore into you when they look at you. He greets me at the door with an Irish wool cap on his head and a full raincoat with the collar turned up. It’s raining and he looks like an old man in a way, but he is only 40. I love this about him. I don’t know why because sometimes he can be so annoying, but this gentleman that treats me with care is something I love.
By Jacqueline Smith6 years ago in Humans
How Did I Get Here
How did I get here? Yesterday I spent the day in bed, sleeping, coughing, sick. I still get up in the morning before my kids go to school and I make dinner each night. I don’t work outside the home, but feel worried about money and being in debt all the time. What is the problem? My husband left me when I was 48. I was a stay-at-home mom after owning my own business for two years. It was successful enough, but I became pregnant with baby #3 and considering my partner was more like a messy child, I decided to sell my business and stay at home to care for my children. Things were getting out of hand at home and out of hand at work. I realized for the first time in my life I could NOT do it all and my needs were not getting met in my marriage.
By Jacqueline Smith6 years ago in Psyche