Beverly Smith
With three adult kids and two preschool grandkids, Beverly stays busy keeping up with her family and loves it. She likes to learn new things, be outdoors, and travel. You can frequently find her running with her dog Jack, reading a good book, or watching movies, crime dramas, and Auburn football. She met her husband Kent at Troy University and they moved to Auburn one month after they were married. Originally a Medical Technologist, she obtained a second degree from Auburn University's School of Education and taught Physical Science and Biology at Opelika High School until she decided to become a full time mom. If you ask her what she wants to be when she grows up, she'll say, "A writer for children." She has written preschool activities curriculum and is currently writing middle grade fiction.
“Attitude Reflects Leadership”
The movie Remember the Titans resonates with me on many levels. Like Coach Bill Yoast's daughter, I was nine years old when integration was initiated in Alabama and our small school closed. My dad,...
I’m Leaving
“I’m leaving. See you in a bit. Have fun!” Mom and/or Dad wave and walk away without so much as a backward glance. Their toddler waves "‘bye ‘bye," happily picks up a toy, and...
I love you Mommy
“I love you, Mommy.”
As sweet as it sounded, I knew she’d usually done something she shouldn’t have when she slid up next to me and said, “I love you, Mommy.”
It was never anything terrible,...
The Blue Thing
“I can’t find the blue thing.”
“Maybe it got lost in the great kitchen disaster.”
“No, we’ve used it since then. I can’t find it. It’s just disappeared.”
“We’ll have to use the white things.”
“You don’t think...
A Small List of Grievances
My youngest and her friend spent a day broiling in the sun selling pictures for Kent one Saturday. He takes great pictures of youth sports and has turned his love of photography into a...
Does Someone Need A Hug?
Fun fact from the National Park Service social media page: What do you call a baby porcupine? A porcupette of course and they are born with their quills. It takes a few hours for...
Drop Your Phone and Put Your Hands In the Air
“Hello? Did you even hear what I said? Hey! Hello? That’s it, drop your phone and put your hands in the air!”
“Huh?”
Have you ever gotten the blank stare? Have you ever given it? You...
What I’d Say to My Younger Self
My high school class is gathering for a reunion this fall. A friend has been posting pictures from our yearbook in the Facebook group. Oh my, I look at my seventeen-year-old self from the...
I’m here, You’re safe, I love you.
“I’m here, you’re safe, I love you.” I patted her on the back and went out into the hall, hoping she would fall back asleep. The cries began even before I got out the...
“My Plans Never Work Out”
“My plans never work out.” The wails of a three year-old. He’s sitting straight up in his chair, arms limp by his sides, crocodile tears spilling over and down his face.
“Get the food out...