Naomi Gladish Smith

Pace, Pace

Excerpts from the essay:

My mother and father had grown enfeebled at different rates, like leaves wafting past each other, one hitting a gust that would carry it past the other's gentle downward spiral. It was my father who first entered the nursing home, Mother still able to wash her best china for the ladies who came for afternoon coffee. But when Mother finally faltered, she came to the nursing home needing more care than Dad...

Sitting at (my mother's) bedside those long months, I'd flinched at the rage that howled from those damaged eyes, berating the world for its unfairness, rebuking me for not being able to help her. I became adept at seeing what she could not say. Sometimes I saw flashes of humor, not rage. Sometimes I saw love, at times a self-pity that left me impatient and annoyed, sometimes a rueful resignation that caught me unaware and tore my heart more than the rage, the humor, or even the love.

Selected Works

This memoir of a man who sought to live his live according to his beliefs, is a story of the nineteen thirties and forties and gives a vivid description of what life was like on the homefront in both America and England during World War II. Though it takes place in a bygone era, the questions it raises about how to live a life and about perseverance in the face of despair are timeless.
The novel, the third in this series about people in the afterlife, invites the reader to come with a group of 'students' on a journey that will end either in heaven - or what we would call hell, but they will call home.
The Wanderers visits a world beyond this one, where a group of travelers discover that the decisions made while on earth have more consequences than they could ever have imagined.
Dramatizes the afterlife in a way that will have the reader thinking about it for a long time after finishing the story.
"Sobering, provocative and thoroughly entertaining."
--Barbara Shoup, author of Faithful Women
The writer muses on the death of her elderly parents.