Ruth’s Truths by Ruth Morris

The End of an Era — Yes, “graduations,” also known as “commencements,” are beginnings. Let’s acknowledge, though, that they are absolutely endings, or, as we say in the English teaching business, “transitions” from one paragraph …[READ MORE]

An inventory of my essays over the past two years revealed that I’ve written mostly about the original “Ruth’s Truths,” which are my perspectives from over fifty years of a life vigorously lived. In addition, …[READ MORE]

Another big change is on the horizon: the empty nest. Both of my boys’ll be away at university, both having chosen the Bay Area for their college homes. A Los Angeleno can sure get used …[READ MORE]

Both sides of my mother’s family came from places a one-day droshky ride from Warsaw. They were simple, Anatevka-like people: not merchants in important townships, not learned rabbis, not arts and music aficionados, nor did …[READ MORE]

The Old Country — My recent trip to Eastern Europe also included my second foray into Poland. For a portion of the trip, I separated from my air-travel-preferring friend, and took the train from Berlin …[READ MORE]

Four years and three Broadway shows ago, students at Culver City Middle School were given a choice. Their choice was: to make their own choices. When a person is gifted and/or talented in a particular …[READ MORE]

I’ve felt compelled to visit Central-Eastern Europe twice, and I even can be heard speaking of a third (and perhaps final) driving trip seeking remnants of Jewish life in Poland. After years of reading tomes …[READ MORE]

The Vltava — When I was in 7th grade, they made us take a music appreciation class. I don’t have many other memories from what I learned in middle school, but I remember being told …[READ MORE]

After my Hungarian rhapsodizing (Budapest), I’ve just spent three days in Berlin. Not to call them “B” cities, but, Budapest may be the capital city of Hungary, Brussels may even be the seat of the …[READ MORE]