• ruth commented on the post, declined 5 years, 7 months ago

    When my mother left the Kadisha Valley, she declined the offers of the priest, and the neighbor’s son, and the schoolteacher, and the bartender from town, to drive her down to the transfer station, and walked to the bus stop at the bottom of the hill by myself, everyone already long gone behind her.

  • ruth commented on the post, gentlemen 5 years, 10 months ago

    Gentlemen prefer blondes. So I had my hair processed blonde, and permed for good measure, and my boss’s secretary said to me one day, when I was complaining about my hair, “Oh, your hair looks just like spun gold!” I’ll never forget it. I think she liked me because I was empathetic to her; she was pretty mean to everyone else.

  • ruth commented on the post, barricade 6 years ago

    It wasn’t a barricade exactly, and it would not keep him out for long, but she moved the cushioned bench up against the double bedroom door of the owners’ suite. Long enough to find her other phone, this time to call for help. She couldn’t call her father anymore; when she called girlfriends, the humiliation to her husband made him worse the…[Read more]

  • ruth commented on the post, sensible 6 years ago

    Who named this town Sensible, New Jersey? Without context, without its being a word, it sounded like a drug, like the ones developed by the factories up and down Route 1 from Newark into Manhattan. Ask your doctor if Sensible is right for you. But it turns out that Sensible is an old name, and that they came over from Denmark and were called…[Read more]

  • ruth commented on the post, sensible 6 years ago

    the word conjures prairie, self-reliance, Americanism, windswept hardship. but today we have dojos and chidren striving for university scholarships and standardized tests. and when they get kicked in the head at practice, the concussion knocks them un-sensible

  • ruth commented on the post, hoping 6 years, 1 month ago

    When I catch myself hoping, I catch myself. What does it accomplish, to hope? Why are we told that hope is essential? I think it is more important that we feel agency to make the things occur, that we desire to occur. To feel you have power to help those you love, that is truly happiness.

  • ruth commented on the post, fuses 7 years, 3 months ago

    fuses. the force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives my being. i don’t remember the exact words of the poem, or who wrote it–whitman? but that we could see the new science, the new interest in […]

  • ruth commented on the post, adviser 7 years, 4 months ago

    He wanted to be in the role of adviser to her, to take her on as a project, to take her raw materials and refine them, to take her half-considered ideas and flesh them out, and, of course, he wanted a sexual […]

  • ruth commented on the post, switching 7 years, 5 months ago

    To me the loveliest symbol of the change in the preoccupations of artists, in their freedom, from the depiction of religion and the court to that of our everyday life, is the appearance in art of women in aprons, […]

  • ruth commented on the post, racket 7 years, 5 months ago

    It does sound old-fashioned to say, but thinking of him, my heart made a racket. Was it my age, nearing fifty, or was it the unaccustomed rush of love that assaulted me whenever I thought of him? I could hardly […]

  • ruth commented on the post, emptying 7 years, 5 months ago

    Oh he comes to me only in a dream, he stands taller than me, he wants me, he is quiet and his eyes consider me thoughtfully and when he decides to make love with me, it is what I expected, it is all my emotions […]

  • ruth commented on the post, architecture 7 years, 5 months ago

    The architecture of my heart is sturdy, it’s stately, it consists mostly of the twenty-one year marriage I’ve built. But there are rooms that contain my childhood and the love I am currently sheltering, for someone else.

  • ruth commented on the post, poster 7 years, 6 months ago

    It’s impossible to see a four-poster bed and not imagine being tied to it by a very handsome man and made love to recklessly. Is there anyone who can look at a four-poster bed and not imagine having her arms […]

  • ruth commented on the post, poster 7 years, 6 months ago

    I have been online for a long time–it has been fourteen years or more since I first started social networking via use of a listserv, back when I started scrapbooking. Diana Swensen was a friend, and such an […]

  • ruth commented on the post, step 8 years, 3 months ago

    Step. I remember the Brady Bunch episode where one of the boys felt like a step; maybe it was Bobby. He ran away, and Carol insisted on going with him, suitcase packed. Rest in peace, Sherwood Schwartz. You showed many of us with less than ideal families, what a nice family was like. You showed […]

  • ruth commented on the post, console 8 years, 6 months ago

    The idea that if I respect my mother, I will not talk to, or talk about, or seek to find, my cousin is a decades-long fact of my life. Respect means I must write that person out of my life forever, or until my mother decides I may talk to my cousin. I am 49 […]

  • ruth commented on the post, console 8 years, 6 months ago

    Where does the need to know come from? Why do we want to know what happened twenty-seven years ago, why do we want to know the truth? Does it console us to know? Why, when others don’t want us to look into a matter, do we do it anyway?

  • ruth commented on the post, gadget 8 years, 6 months ago

    He had a very old stove, and his meat thermometer was a gadget with a spring unlike the sleek ones today. When he cooked me dinner, he would take out a crackled white enamel broiler pan, place pork chops inside, and dump a can of gray Campbell’s mushroom soup on top. I was in love, […]

  • ruth commented on the post, luxurious 8 years, 7 months ago

    It is luxurious not to have to work, to spend the day at what you wish, to clean a little, to take care of the pets, to read what and when you want, to have tea on your own time, to be appreciated for doing so little, for raising the kids, who are out of […]

  • ruth commented on the post, bee 8 years, 8 months ago

    Does everyone remember the Bee Girl? From Blind Melon’s video for No Rain. When the lead singer died, he was only 28. Thinking of Shannon Hoon and his mom and daughter today.