Nini’s Farwell
When the fog that prevented me from fully participating in my own life, finally lifted, I had a lot to learn about our little girl. One of the first things that became crystal clear was that our little bundle of joy LOVED her “Nini”.
The Spanish-Speaking Afghan Cook
“To avoid any negative attention, the cook from Afghanistan learned a few words in Spanish and pretended to be Mexican. He never actually told anyone he was Mexican but never corrected anyone either. Because of his thick accent, he remained as quiet as possible. He relied on the chaos and background noise of the kitchen…
Salty Eggs and Our Friend Jim
“Over half the table was comprised of people who had worked in the food industry. No one had to waste one second of thought to know unequivocally that my father was wrong. Between my brothers and I, we were quick to correct him and explained that it was a type of pork sausage.”
Red Cup
“As my sobriety attempts ebbed and flowed, becoming almost as predictable as the seasons, I met other people, who, like me, were trying to get and remain sober. I made it a habit to judge those I met on the likelihood on whether or not they would stay sober. Did they “have what it takes”…
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About Me
Hi, I’m Ruth. I’ve always had a hard time defining myself as I seem to spend a lot of time in liminal spaces. Over the last decade, I’ve learned how to settle in and enjoy the transitions that life brings instead of trying to hurry up and get through them. That is what you will find in my writings, reflections, meditations, and humor surrounding the transitions in life.
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