Lindsey Smith

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Lindsey Smith contributed to Iris as an undergrad at UVA and served on the Editorial Team in 2025-26. She graduated in 2026 with majors in sociology and philosophy. 

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In an era that overwhelmingly devalues art, it has been a privilege to be a part of a group of creatives dedicated to resisting through the written word.

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What's the theme for this issue of Iris? Well, I'm glad you asked!

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Our writers have been tasked with pondering the relationship between prosperity and balance: what happens when the scales tip too far?

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For our first issue of 2026, Letters to You, our writers step up to the daunting task of signing off on what may otherwise go unsaid.

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You are not a plant with deep roots frozen in the winter ground. You can always move to rewrite your story.

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Dear Beloved Reader... Happy Halloween!

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"Where are you coming from, and where are you going?"

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Beloved Reader, as summer gives way to autumn, I invite you to reflect alongside me on what in your life renews you.

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do you see that bird? the songbird. the one perched on top of that willow oak. right there.

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Why were the only options to either go professional, be forced to not take my hobby seriously, or leave it all together? Where was the middle ground?

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Last week, when I was walking to class, it was 60 degrees and sunny. Someone played piano from a porch in the distance, and I felt the warmth from the morning light on my face.