The Quest for the Illusive “They”

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My twin brother, Jim has a great sense of humor. He can be extremely quick with a comeback and is very witty at times. He’s had me rolling on the floor with laughter more than once. A particularly memorable time in Branson comes to mind when I laughed so hard at one of his off-handed comments, I about peed my pants. Sometimes, it isn’t what he says but more the way he says it that sends me into a fit of guffaws. Through the years, Jim has sent emails that made me laugh out loud and marvel at his insight and wit. At one time I was printing these little gems out and saving them but, alas, two moves later I’ve lost them.

Recently, Jim had a bout with pneumonia. He’s recovering now but still has health issues that make me cringe. We were emailing back and forth last Friday…

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Karma and The Golden Rule

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Daddy was a Christian Scientist, therefore my brother and I were raised in this religion. Mama was a Methodist. How did this work? Well, if my brother and I became sick, Daddy prayed over us while Mama poked pills down our throat. The best of two worlds to my way of thinking.

Now before I go any further, I need to add this disclaimer: even though I was raised in Christian Science, what I actually know about the religion is very little. As a child the phrase, “oh you don’t believe in doctors” was the standard response when asked what faith I was. This is not true. Christian Scientists know doctors serve a very important cause, they just choose to seek healing by prayer instead of medicine. Also, please know, I am in no way, shape, or form bashing the Christian Science religion. I have received numerous healings from Daddy’s…

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Body and Soul

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In my youth I was a lean, mean fighting machine.

I was a sport’s nut. Softball. Basketball. Track. Even football. In fact, a High School football coach once told Mama if I were a boy, I’d be a star running back. (Alas, at that time, girls were only cheerleaders or majorettes. Too boring for me.) I was in the best shape of my life when I was a Girl Scout camp counselor. All that climbing hills, walking, swimming, and canoeing plus the sun’s rays sculptured me into a tanned, buff goddess. Ionic, at that time in my life, I was not aware of my lean, hard shape. I could less. I took my great health and frame for granted.

Today, however, my slim, muscled physique is kinda . . . well, squishy. I look in the mirror, and hate what I see. I tell myself, “Ruth, you’re so fat. Look…

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The Power of Music

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William Congreve said, “Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast (sometimes beast), to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.”

Sometimes I wax philosophical, usually after a couple of drinks. There are times, however, I get deep without the aid of good bourbon and in the most unlikely places. For example, Monday morning driving to work.

I’m not a morning person. Never have been. Never will be. If I could work 10-5 and get paid for 8 hours, I would be in seventh heaven. Alas, my employer isn’t as enlightened, so I am on the road at 7:30 more grumpy than any cat could ever imagine. Road rage runs amok. My brow tightens into a frown so intense it hurts. I swear at the radio. I bitch and complain out loud to no one. I am not a happy camper nor do I wish to pretend that I am…

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Ode to the Pterodactyl

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Last week the Sisterhood, (Jan Morrill, Linda Apple, and I) held a writing retreat at Spider Creek Resort just outside Eureka Springs, Arkansas. The place was beautiful. Our cabin was better than some hotel rooms I’ve stayed in. On Saturday morning the three of us went “walk-about” with our pens and paper tucked in with our cell phones. The exercise that morning was to observe things we could later write about.
For those of you not familiar with this area, it is just a hop, skip, and a jump from Beaver Dam. Years ago Dinosaur World was a huge attraction for people going to the dam. Today, however, Dinosaur World is gone. But. The ghosts of ancient prehistoric ones still roam. This is what I saw that morning and what I wrote:

Ode to the Pterodactyl

In the golden hour when day is neither dawn nor dusk,
They ruled the…

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Behind the Scenes

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My new novel, Daughter of the Howling Moon is out! Available from both Amazon and Pen-L Publishing. So, what’s next? My book launch of course.

Not to ruin or give away secrets, but I’m busy rehearsing my presentation for the book launch. Right now I’m doubting. I’m sure everything will come off easy and smooth, but what my friends and coworkers won’t know is how many hours I spend making this happen.

First, I had to write down everything I want to say, which is quite a lot. I usually outline the process. I learned how to outline in Junior High. I liked it. Was good at it. Most of my school mates hated outlines but for some unknown reason, an outline clicked for me. Quite a few writers outline their books. I don’t go this far. I’m a seat-of-pants kind of writer. But when it comes to presentations and…

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Yea God!

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On my way to lunch the other day I cut down a back street to avoid traffic. The sun was shining. A soft breeze blew. It was one of those magical fall days that I love so well. Perfect weather. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just right. I glanced over into a manicured yard and saw a huge tree dressed in its best fall coat of brilliant red. The sun hit the leaves and the whole tree dazzled in fire. Totally awesome. I stopped the car in the middle of the street, sat there, and drank in the beauty. It was one of those, stop and smell the roses, moment.

I asked God some questions: Did you really plan all of this when you made the world? How and why did you determine, “well in summer my trees will be green but in the fall I’ll change them into…

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Doobies and Bumper Cars

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Often I get together with my ex for dinner and a movie. He always watches the news, something I try to avoid at all costs. I refuse to listen and watch all the murders, rapes, war, politics, and all the other destructive energy being reported. No wonder the world sucks. Twenty-four hours a day we are bombarded with this negativity. I can’t control what the news reports, but I can me, therefore I don’t watch. However it’s my ex’s house and TV so I sat on the couch and shook my head at the nonsense mankind wallows in. That’s when it hit me.

I turned to my ex and said, “I think the world would be a far better place if everyone was stoned.”

He laughed.

I continued.

“Think about it,” I said. “There would be no more war. No murders. No rapes. Everyone would be in eternal peace and…

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Louisiana Swamp Smackdown

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Here is my fourth picture from my new book, Daughter of the Howling Moon. I call it Lousianna Swamp Smackdown.

According to Lady Tabitha, “Evil often times takes the shape of a dragon.” A fact that Benjamin Sol knows only too well. Tricked by the devil, Benjamin is lured into the shadow land between the dead and living. Attacked by the Beast of Revelation, desperate, alone, fighting for his life and soul, Benjamin cries out to the angels.

Angels always answer the call for help. But not all have halos and wings.

Some have fangs and claws and own the night as a black jaguar.

Deep in the swamps of Louisiana a mighty evil walks. It’s the age ol’ battle between good and evil. Which be the more powerful?

Daughter of the Howling Moon. Coming soon from RH Burkett and Pen-L Publishing.

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