by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Oct 28, 2015 | Behind the Scenes, Excerpts
Four lanes separated Heath from life and death—two each direction. On one side, endless streams of people flowed beneath bright street lamps, their heels clicking against the pavement as they scuttled to the next bar or dance club. On the wrong side—his side—the...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jun 4, 2012 | Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
Dear God, Or Universe or Higher Power or whatever name you want to be called. I’m writing because somehow I’ve lost you, though most days it feels like you lost me. Like the time my parents left me in the department store for almost an hour because they...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | May 7, 2012 | Beautiful Things, When Life Hurts
Friday a friend said an interesting thing to me. I sat on her couch tracing the designs of a throw pillow as I shared the frustration I felt in re-evaluating my life and the rules I allow to govern it. I couldn’t seem to reconcile my childhood rules with the choices...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jan 3, 2011 | Beautiful Things, The Writing Life
I had just dropped Joe off at work and was on my way to the gym when I noticed this song on the radio. I hadn’t heard it before, but anyone one who knows me won’t be that surprised… I’m not really a music buff unless we’re talking Neil...
