Category: Ruth

BZ flew into Florida on Friday evening for this year’s book fair in The Villages. We spent much of the first couple of days talking about Ruth, revisiting personal memories, and experiencing what felt like a couple of spiritual visits. On her first night, as BZ was settling into bed, she heard her mom’s voice: …

Fifty-four years ago, I was a single man with no plans for the weekend.  By the end of the day, I was getting married. Ruth and I were engaged for about twenty hours. We eloped to Las Vegas on September 11th and spent the next fifty-one years and sixteen days raising a family.  Like most …

I’ve written about my son-in-law Sutton and his song, The Ghost’s Perfume, a couple of times.  If your tired of reading about it, move on. The last time I wrote about the song, I told you that he’d been nominated for an award in the San Diego music community. I provided a link and asked …

The final MRNA (Mom, Ruth, Nana, Altogether) Invitational was held last Friday, April 11th. This would have been Ruth’s seventy-eighth birthday.  I always looked forward to her birthday, in fact it was one of my favorite days of the year because for six weeks she was a year older than me. The first year’s event …

There’s an old saying… A penny for your thoughts. It’s been around as long as I remember. It’s a way of asking what someone is thinking. For example, “You’ve been gazing out that window for quite some time. A penny for your thoughts.” Something unusual happened to me the other day, so I looked up …

I ran across this the other day.  Ruth had it posted on a bulletin board in our Florida home.  She saved such words because they spoke to her. I’m sharing it with you on New Years Day.  I think it’s a fitting way to begin 2025.  May you always have…  

Ruth’s been gone two years last week on September 27th.  She popped in several times that day just to keep us on our toes.  A series of events made sure she was in our thoughts.  In no particular order of appearance, here’s a few examples. While I’m recuperating from shoulder surgery, I’m going to record …

When my friend Jim, and a few months later my cousin Gene, died I sobbed. My whole body shook, and I couldn’t control myself. My granddaughter, Eva, took my hand to comfort me at Jim’s funeral, and Ruth gently rubbed my back at Gene’s. I was full of grief, and it just exploded. Ruth’s death …

Ruth and I eloped fifty-three years ago today.  She was engaged to a guy named Mike when the two of us stopped for a drink after work on Friday, September 10th.  We’d made similar stops before but always as a part of a group.  This time it was just the two of us. We talked …

Last fall I wrote a blog about my son-in-law, Sutton’s, appearance at a high-end venue in San Diego, California.  He opened for the group Air Supply, and Elizabeth appeared on stage with him, just as she did during an eighteen-month cross-country musical performance tour that began in the summer of 2018.   They were Sutton and …