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Join date: Jul 13, 2023
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Ruth Lee is a Whimsical Writer/ Mom/Library Lady filling our cups with joy, delight and enchantment! We are so glad she has found a home with us.
Look for Ruth’s work under “I Was Just Thinking…” that will feature any topic from “teens and technology to whatever was for breakfast that morning.”
H e r e i s R u t h ‘ s b r i e f b i o:
Ruth resides in the small town of Hudsonville, Michigan, where she is a quiet, unassuming 50+ year old librarian in the short rest periods between being the crazed mother of a 27 year old, a 23 year old and (the bonus prize) a 17 year old!
Ruth has long practiced the therapeutic art of shoving frustration into little poems and turning it into “funny.” She hopes that someday her children will quote her works to her grandkids (in a nice way). Ruth is also a practicing Luddite! We are honored with her presence.
Ruth also pens “A Poem A Day” on Facebook. She never misses a day!
“I am curious about everything and tend not to stay on any one subject too long… This is a tendency which also strikes terror into my husband’s heart.”
@2015-2023 All rights reserved. Ruth Lee & ScreaminMamas
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Nov 11, 2024 ∙ 1 min
Grass knows:
Root deep; Stay low; Bend when wind Decides to blow-- This is how you live To grow. Grass knows. A Poem A Day - Ruth Lee
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Jul 29, 2024 ∙ 1 min
A Simple Request
Please don’t mind me, Tree, as I slip so quietly into your shade, as I sip so softly the breath of your leaves. It’s your strength I...
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Jul 1, 2024 ∙ 1 min
Cat Napping
I fell asleep on the couch while reading poetry, beneath a cat (or two)… also sleeping, but reading less poetry while doing so.
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Jun 30, 2024 ∙ 1 min
Spit & Polish
water smashes rock crashes lake withdraws waves back again rough rock tumbles rough sand grumbles Superior’s daily grind By: The...
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May 5, 2024 ∙ 1 min
Too Quiet!
The frogs have gone silent in our world of high tech. “Why?” asks the heron with the question mark neck. “Who?” asks the owl (as if we...
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Apr 4, 2023 ∙ 1 min
Sex After 50
Could be menopause flashing through. Could be the latest round of flu. Either way, baby, enjoy what you’ve got: flashes or fever, this...
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Jan 8, 2023 ∙ 1 min
He’s at that Age…
His Awkward Age began at birth. I am his mom. I know it. And now that he’s reached twenty-one, I’m doubtful he’ll outgrow it. By the...
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Sep 22, 2022 ∙ 1 min
A Fall Story . . .
As you go through your day, child, Pray no one’s watching For the slip-ups and sillies we inevitably do. Be gentle with those Who break...
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Sep 3, 2021 ∙ 1 min
Friend
I’m afraid my wings have frayed a bit, torn by unexpected teeth, whipped by winds and thinned by age… I’m not what you recall, But...
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Aug 27, 2021 ∙ 1 min
On Beyond Eden
Drain the oceans! Leviathan rise! Stand on your tail, turn fearsome eyes on a world cracked and crawling with God’s splintered image, on...
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Mar 20, 2021 ∙ 1 min
Unseasonable
“It’s Spring! It’s Spring!” sings the robin. “Hold it right there!” tweets his wife. “Here I am freezing my tail feathers off… this is...
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Feb 25, 2021 ∙ 2 min
Believe Me
How far will you walk with me in faith? If I reach out my hand, will you take it— step out on the water and dance? I’m no one to trust,...
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Feb 19, 2021 ∙ 1 min
Retirement Planning
What will we be when we’re no longer three? when we’ve come back to two— the me plus the you. What will we talk of if not of the kid?...
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Feb 13, 2021 ∙ 1 min
Moon’s Waterfall
Moon’s white waterfall cascaded onto winter’s wide white seas; hard to say who shone brighter . . . ~ Courtesy The Whimsical...
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Jul 11, 2020 ∙ 1 min
Is it September yet?
We’re receiving no signal; the Mother-board’s down. Her summertime circuits are fried. No more meals, no more cleaning: you’re all on...
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Jul 5, 2020 ∙ 1 min
Under Story
There was something in me that loved to climb; sadly that thing, in the end, settled down; peeking up tree skirts no more fills my time; ...
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Feb 26, 2020 ∙ 1 min
You Think It’s Bad Now…
If I can believe all the mothers around me when I go to seek their advice, as bad as my kids might act at each age, compared to what’s...
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Jun 27, 2019 ∙ 1 min
Acolyte
She marches down aisle, gold stick held high, almond eyes crinkled by wide-open grin. She carries God’s light to the world. Courtesy –...
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Apr 15, 2019 ∙ 1 min
Out of the Nest
Find your song, daughter; raise your voice to the sky. Each woman’s soul bears a bird: if the feathers fit . . . fly! Courtesy The...
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Dec 9, 2018 ∙ 1 min
Paradise Found
Lay me down between the covers, pull the words up to my ears: saints and angels, liars, lovers, worlds of cheers and tears and fears....
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Nov 19, 2018 ∙ 1 min
Thanks Giving
I Was Just Thinking Thumb for a head, a four-fingered tail, legs crayoned on so it can stand… Lord, thanks for the blessings this bird...
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Aug 3, 2018 ∙ 1 min
Library Confessions
To all the books that I’ve loved and promptly forgotten: it’s not as if I didn’t care. In our time together, I savored each word; I...
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Jul 27, 2018 ∙ 1 min
Aspiration
Oh, to tackle life with all the certainty of a six year old, fresh off training wheels, yet to take a fall . . .
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Jun 20, 2018 ∙ 1 min
Tough Love Library Style
That book’s on the shelf but I won’t show you where; it’s much more exciting to get yourself there. And who knows what else you might...
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