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Christy
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Reader, writer, academic. I love books and pop culture and teaching. Half-formed opinions are my own. I live in a constant state of mortification. She/her
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We have a first draft. We will let it sit for a night, consult with mom and aunt, and then finalize. I'll share it with you because everyone else in this house is asleep.
Steven “Steve” Goldsmith, 67, passed away in St. Louis, Missouri on November 20, 2025 with his wife, Susie, and his daughter, Christy, holding his hands. A lifelong resident of Sedalia, he was the oldest child of J.C. and Frances Goldsmith, who preceded him in death. Steve was a man who took the world in quietly, listening before he spoke but quick to smile. Steve spent much of his life working as an industrial electrician. He was the kind of person who could fix nearly anything, and if he couldn’t immediately fix it, he’d fiddle around until he figured it out. In his later years, he enjoyed tinkering in his woodshop and figuring out how things worked. On Sundays, he could be found watching NASCAR, enjoying a documentary about military history, or reading about Missouri trains. He was the definition of a life-long learner. Steve leaves behind a family shaped by his quiet steadiness. He is survived by his wife, Susie; his daughter, Christy, and her partner, Jacob; and his little sister, Vickie. Steve met Susie square-dancing more than 45 years ago, and they later found joy in country dancing where he was a mean two-stepper and a sharp dresser. Together, they loved baking sugar cookies and continuing to dance in the kitchen. As a father, Steve was patient, attentive, and indulgent. He taught Christy her numbers underneath his Chevy Blazer where she worked as his tiny mechanic’s assistant handing him wrenches. Later he took a few wild fastballs to the knee as he coached her softball teams, and he patiently tutored her in algebra at the kitchen table. For his whole life, Steve was also a steady constant for Vickie, for whom he showed up without question or need for explanation. He loved animals, and he spent his life surrounded by devoted dogs and cats who settled at his feet, curled into his lap, and knew where to go for a treat. Steve loved to serve others. He built houses for Habitat for Humanity, led youth groups, drove the church bus on mission trips, and spe…
November 21, 2025 at 3:20 AM
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Today’s installment of Tours of Central West End features a margarita.
November 19, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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This will fix nothing but it will provide a calm 20 minutes.
A vesper martini and an amaro wine
November 19, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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but on the bright side, the nurse brought me a table, and I bought a holiday coffee, and this is the best part of my day. Okay enough sad hospital content FOR NOW
November 19, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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hail!
A picture from my office door with hail covering the ground
November 17, 2025 at 10:21 PM
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This is fun and such a low stakes way to practice. We’ll get better!
A practice embroidery hoop with stem and back stitches started. Beans is the background.
November 17, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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Look at these triangle babies! They smell awesome. I think they needed a bit more dough in each cup to really cloverleaf.
Six giant cloverleaf dinner rolls with salted butter on top.
November 16, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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I’ve eaten most of my bowl but sooooooo good. Gonna eat the rest.
A bowl of noods and pork and veg and amazing sauce
November 15, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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It’s a dog’s life, my ass.
Beans has stolen the prime snuggle ball sunny spot. She’s dug into a fluffy brown dog bed wearing her green fleece. Frank looks on longingly from the less sunny spot on the less fluffy bed.
November 8, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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Alright, Fredrik Backman. These are some compelling (and true) first lines. I’m in.
The opening lines of My Friends. Louisa is a teenager, the best kind of human. The evidence for this is very simple: little children think teenagers are the best humans, and teenagers think teenagers are the best humans, the only people who don’t think that teenagers are the best humans are adults. Which is obviously because adults are the worst kind of humans.
November 8, 2025 at 1:57 AM
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Bluebird sky day at the best university in the nation
Mizzou’s columns and quad
November 7, 2025 at 10:13 PM
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My students created the most beautiful projects--many of them tangible, artistic pieces--for their graphic novels that I decided to also grade them by hand. It's been such a calming, ponderous task for the day. I should do it more often.
November 5, 2025 at 7:13 PM
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Hard to beat this start to the day
Frank stands on a trail, head tilted, between two beautiful sugar maple trees that have turned bright red orange.
November 4, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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Homemade chicken pot pies with homemade pie crust. Dirty martini. Saturday.
Two large ramekins of pot pie with a shell lid on fiestaware plates. Very dirty martini to accompany sitting next to them on my cutting board.
November 1, 2025 at 11:38 PM
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I hope 8-year-old Daqueione has a good Christmas. 🥰
Red adidas shoes (his fav color), new sheets, tennis racket and balls, jeans, a soccer ball, and some color reveal hot wheels
October 30, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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We saw Kam Patterson (of new SNL fame but I bought the tickets before) and his dad was there, and it was much fun!
Kam on stage at the Blue Note
October 26, 2025 at 1:41 AM
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I don’t know how we made this dog a dog-bed-in-the-floor dog rather than a stage 1 clinger but I love it.
A small Frank in a new dog bed white-eyes the paparazzi
October 25, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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The one downfall of this season can be temporarily treated with aquafor and some nitrile gloves. (I have terrible eczema and it is already so dry)
My hand in a purple nitrile glove
October 24, 2025 at 12:15 AM
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Good use of some hours today. 🥰
Two loaves—one boule, one elongated—on a cooling rack
October 23, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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No
A latte treat with the worst way to spell my name
October 23, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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Frank says we don’t go out in the rain
Frank stares at me
October 19, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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This place always hits. Tonight: oysters, baguette, tomato and pepper soup, cannelloni with lobster.

Also: Oaxacan old
Fashioned, prosecco, espresso martini.

Exceptional.
https://www.cherrystreetcellar.com
October 18, 2025 at 11:14 PM
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I’ve done it *just* in time for storms to start. Please admire my giant guest room money tree. I also cut all the spiderettes off my plant to make a few babies.
A money tree that is now much taller than me stands menacingly in my guest room. A pumpkin spice candle and my boo lantern sit next to my tray of tiny plants on my kitchen table. My burrow’s tail hangs overhead.
October 18, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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This is MADDENING. Happens every few months, then dies down.
A screenshot of my missed calls that are 99% spam A screenshot of my missed calls today that are all spam
October 16, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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A v artsy photo I just took as evidence of his non-kennel
Half of Frank, with his head on J’s pillow on the clean white sheets
October 13, 2025 at 2:28 AM