Reading and writing were my closest friends growing up. I would spend hours in my room devouring the words that took me to another time and place.
My Grandmother was a writer. When I read her poems, I could see the places she described. Knowing that
+ more bio informationBreezes soft warm breezes caressing my cheeks. Whispers quiet peaceful whispers floating past my ear. Summer days warm, lazy summer days inspire my mind. Cotton candy clouds fluffy cotton clouds travel across an azure sky. Dreams lazy happy dreams flit through my mind. Oh how I love summer days come write they call come writ...
Mashed Potato Stuffed Hot dogs It's Friday evening; you're tired and the kids are hungry. It was a long week and you really don't feel like cooking a big meal. You could order pizza, again; but tonight you want to do something different. After looking in the refrigerator and seeing a package of wieners, you remember a childh...
Our back porch is the neighborhood diner for stray cats. Over the years, an array of felines has discovered the free meal. Occasionally one visitor catches our attention; this time he was a sorry looking kitty, small and skinny. His fur was drab and matted and one ear was missing a bite-sized chunk out of it. We watched him ...
Safety Girl and Plain Joe Online dating, I tried it once and got burned, why am I doing it again? I ask myself as I once again post my profile to an online dating site in February of 2007. I know the answer; I'm lonely and this is the most convenient way for me to meet people. I'm not athletic; I have rheumatoid arthritis, w...
Rheumatoid Arthritis, A Life Changing Disease Imagine being a seventeen-year-old girl. Suddenly you begin experiencing pain in your hands every morning. Your fingers are stiff and swollen; they look like little, fat sausages. When you walk across the room, it feels like sharp rocks under your feet. The constant pain puts a d...
Fill Me Lord Fill me, Lord, Almighty, Awesome One. Fill my cup with your glory; let it never run dry. Fill my life with your presence; never leave my side. Fill my heart with joyful music; let it never be silent. Fill my soul with your grace; never let it fade. Fill my mouth with loving words; let it never cause pain. Fill m...
Pancake Party The butter sizzles and dances on the surface of the griddle. I watch as Momma pours the thick batter into the shape of an R, the first letter of my name. More batter, more letters; we are having a "Pancake Party." Occasionally, my mom and my Aunt Elna would mix up a big bowl of pancake batter, gather us kids to...
Ruthie Spoonemore
Portland, Oregon US
Member since: June 2009
Articles Written: 7