Blog | Ruth Smith Meyer

Ode to a Tomato

Oh thou luscious green and pungent vine Dotted with tiny yellow bloom, Whispering succulent taste divine As I thy health so carefully...

A Greater Pandemic and Virus than Covid

In the 1940s, the one-room school I attended had 25-30 students made up of white European descent. The one exception was two sisters with...

Sailing Woes

Peace in the Pandemic The wind was gently blowing, The sails were billowing full My ship sailed smoothly on Toward the distant goal. Then...

Screeching Halt!

As the pandemic lingers on, I’ve had the growing sense of being suspended in an indeterminate state. My adult life has been determined...