Ruth’s Truths – Ruth Morris
I was jarred awake from a dream the other morning. It was a big dance event of some kind. Given that I spend 15 to 20 hours a week dancing, and have attended three large …[READ MORE]
I was jarred awake from a dream the other morning. It was a big dance event of some kind. Given that I spend 15 to 20 hours a week dancing, and have attended three large …[READ MORE]
Facebook reminded me where I was last year in this time: the arrival hall at New Delhi airport. Utilizing the same mid-February weekend, this year I went east. Juxtaposed against a record-breaking eleven degrees below …[READ MORE]
Rituals — I’ve been going dancing every Wednesday for the past twelve years. I usually meet a friend for dinner before the dance. This past year the dance was on hiatus, and we were out of …[READ MORE]
I am a person who not only doesn’t mind change, I have been a proactive change monger, especially during my younger years. As I look back over the big milestone markers of my life, …[READ MORE]
I am in the enviable position of having two sons in college right now. One is completing the last semester of his fourth year, and the other is starting the second semester of his first …[READ MORE]
During the last quarter of 2015, I mustered up what felt like my entire writing prowess to sit with my dying friend and attempt to transcribe a few of the highlights of her life, before …[READ MORE]
I wondered: how many essays we would be able to get written together? I uttered the question aloud to a friend who said quietly, “you’ll probably be writing the last one yourself.” There were four …[READ MORE]
Not So Blue — Before going to the Delta to find the blues, another thing had happened in my L.A. Blues experience. School was out, and I was totally preparing myself for this pilgrimage to …[READ MORE]
Kari opened up a map of the southern states, pointed out Memphis, then air-circled an area of northern Mississippi just south of Tennessee and said, “this is actually where the blues all began, right here.” …[READ MORE]
I lost both parents to what turned out to be terminal cancer diagnoses. The slowly debilitating nature of the disease is sometimes easier for the survivors than a sudden death would have been, because it …[READ MORE]
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