Ruth Stone

Shapes on a ship

  Shapes by Ruth Stone   In the longer view it doesn’t matter. However, it’s that having lived, it matters. So that every death breaks you apart. You find yourself weeping at the door of your own kitchen, overwhelmed by loss. And you find yourself weeping as you pass the homeless person head in hands […]


The rewards of waddling and pushing

Forgive me a little bragging about my mother’s day presents. They may not look like much, but as with people, what’s inside holds the most importance.   Let’s open the book first.  I read once that Jackie Kennedy had her children hand-copy and illustrate a poem every year for her birthday.  These she kept in […]