I’m not a stranger to waiting. It was during our wait for Sam when I realized much of life is spent waiting. It is typical to be waiting for something. We wait for appointments and cashiers and packages. We wait for vacations and weekends and holidays. We wait for tests to be over. We wait for family — wanting them to arrive, saying good-bye as they leave, hoping they come back. Life is filled with waiting. Perhaps the living isn’t so much in the events, but in the wait. As… Read more waiting →
I have a set of three little 6 x 6 albums. They’ve been around for years. They are the new home for 52 Saturdays 2013. I’m looking forward to seeing… Read more 1 of 52 Saturdays 2013 →
Living + Writing + Documenting + Sharing This is how I will shine. My story is sacrificed when I don’t write the mess and the giggles and the magic on the screen.… Read more adding it up →
There are moments in life when we know the choice we are making isn’t going to make life any easier. Sometimes these are small choices — I’m going to stick… Read more shine →
It’s subtle but powerful. A little goes a long way. It’s always available. Its taste is predictable. It goes with everything — sweet and sultry. It brings out other flavors.… Read more what SALT taught me →
I’ve not blogged for over 15 days.I didn’t intend not to blog.It just happened. And I’m glad. I needed the space to think and imagine and become. I needed to get a hold of my writing life. I needed some time to listen and sit and quite simply be. I remembered the magic of living. My pen kept moving in an old fashioned journal. I kept writing, putting words down on the page, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I’ve been steeped in scripture and words are swirling.… Read more write unapologetically →
Early this morning I was thinking about my slice. As I looked in the mirror, I decided I should slice this is me. This is what you would see if you saw me today. Now for the story behind what you see. The scarf: Yes, it is a pencil. My librarian-friend Nancy made it for me. Do you remember Nancy? She used to read to Sam every week when he was a pre-schooler.Pearls around my neck: Andy bought them in Peru, South America from street kids in a fishing village.My… Read more this is me (soLs) →
As a writer, I often “prune” my words. As Ralph Fletcher taught in one of his early books, it is often by cutting back the extra, wild, or dead parts that a flower flourishes. The same is true for our words. I like to share this idea with students too. Young writers are often consumed with adding words. It’s a big shift to consider cutting back. Yet, writing well is just as much about what you don’t say as what you do say. Revising is just as much about adding… Read more cutting back (soLs) →
Ruth Ayres Writes 