Carole Smith Turner, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States
I entered the world, Carole Sue Smith on August 10th, 1967. I am a writer, singer, actress, artist and activist.
For money I scrub toilets, paint and work as an extra in movies.
I love to read. I love C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien and I have an Elvish tattoo to prove it. I also love to sing, dance, listen to music, paint and I love shoes and painting my nails.
I have been married to Dean, since September 18th, 1994.
Our first child, Evangeline, was born on July 17th, 1996 and she is our miracle of birth. At age two she was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes, we pray there will be a cure one day.
Our first adoption miracle was Steele, born on May 21st, 2004. We adopted him at birth from here in the U.S.
Our second adoption miracle was Abel from Ethiopia. He lost his parents to AIDS when he was two, he became part of our family in January 2009. He was given a birth date of March 26th, 2002 (his age is a guess and his actual date of birth is unknown).
Our home away from home since 2007 is The Baton Rouge Dream Center, which is the inner city church campus of Healing Place Church and where we spend most of our free time.
I plan to die empty, what about you?
I’ve been blogging since the summer of 2005 and I used to get real preachy on my blog. A lot. I felt like an expert on everything from adoption, outreach to people in the sex industry, helping the homeless and working with at-risk teens. I was an expert because I was doing those things. I was... September 13th, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More
I worked one night as an extra on Lee Daniels The Butler. If you don’t blink, you can see me pass in front of Oprah at the bus station when Louis is going off to college. I have on a dark floral dress and black hat.
I worked as a stand-in on the other movie Lee Daniels filmed here in Louisiana,... August 26th, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More
The Dixie Chicks song “Not Ready to Make Nice” is blaring through my headphones into my ears:
Forgive, sounds good / Forget, I’m not sure I could
Wait, it’s over. Up now is “Come to Jesus” by Mindy Smith.
Oh, my baby, when you’re prayin’ / leave... July 3rd, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More
My son Abel is from Ethiopia; he has been with us since 2009. Before we adopted him, he lived with his grandmother in a small village in the Mekelle region of northern Ethiopia. She worked in a motel as a maid. His grandmother would wear him to work, strapped on her back with a Khanga, until he got too... May 13th, 2013 | Essays, Featured | Read More
Espy was born in a far away place called Typhlotic cave.
She was born with her eyes closed an no one told her to open them.
There was no need to open blind eyes all the bats assumed, so they didn’t.
Espy learned her way around the cave the same way that all of the other bats did, at... November 30th, 2012 | Fiction | Read More
Me: “If you ever find yourself attracted to another woman, will you please tell me?”
Dean: “I knew that was coming. I’m actually surprised it took this long.”
Me: “Well, dang. Look around us, it’s rampant. And I know it would be a hard conversation to have but... November 14th, 2012 | Family | Read More
They said that Twilight was girl porn, ha! Now they get to see what Girl Porn really looks like.
Currently it looks like the movie, Magic Mike and the Erotica book, 50 Shades of Grey.
Where Twilight had shirtless beef cake guys honoring virginity until marriage. Magic Mike has a penis enlargement... July 17th, 2012 | Essays, Film | Read More
Editors Note: For anyone who hasn’t read The Hunger Games book or movie, this review contains spoilers.
I have never read the Hunger Games books so I wasn’t a “super fan” or anything. But I did go to a midnight showing of the movie simply because my 15 year old wanted to go,... April 3rd, 2012 | Culture, Essays, Film | Read More
It was the summer of 2002. My obsession with Middle Earth had been kicked into high gear by the release of the movie version of The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring.
And I was itching for a tattoo…
I decided I wanted to pay homage to my “gang” number, which is 47. Just... March 10th, 2012 | Film, Visual Arts | Read More
The following is a short story inspired by a “Advertising Icon” costume party I attended recently. Enjoy…
She was lonely, this maiden who spent all her days holding a basket of grapes in the red world, guarding the Raisins.
Her long flowing hair was the color of darkest night, her... February 11th, 2012 | Fiction | Read More