You’ve heard of Atlas, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, right? Well, this is Steve, with the weight of the microwave on his shoulders.…

 In about seven weeks, I will turn fifty.   Which is fine.  I’m good with that.  (Especially when I consider the alternative.) However, I’m not wholly convinced that almost-fifty-year-old brains are designed to deal with the sort of brain stretchiness that mine has been subjected to over the past eight days while living through The Great Blog Transplant of 2012.…

I write long posts.  (No surprise there.) I also include a lot of pictures.  (No surprise there, either!) And so if you happen to be gone from Smithellaneous for a few days and want to catch up on what you’ve missed, you have to do a whole lot of scrolling to get through all the content that was added in your absence.  Now I realize…

Back in November, we attended a Thanksgiving Community Service held at a local church in Manteo. Sarah and I made our way into the back of the jam-packed sanctuary and wedged ourselves into the few remaining seats as Steve went and joined the other participating pastors.  I stuffed my coat under the chair, settled my Mom Purse at my feet and opened the bulletin to…