Who Am I? Ruth Cox, Writer on Wizzley

I choose this picture to portray "Who Am I" for at present it is most representative of the real me. This is, of course, subject to change any moment in time.

On this moonlit evening in 2008, with my dear friend (and photographer) Joe, enjoying beer on the patio of a bar in Columbus, Ohio, we decided I would stand amid the leaves of the Japanese Maple for a photo session. (This being the only shareable photo!) 

I feel as though Joe captured the wild and free me and my sunshine spirit, even though the sunglasses show I hide my crying eyes, still trying to come to terms with losing one of the great loves of my life.

A perfect day once came my way; dusk became dawn, the dark withdrawn.

In between the light and the dark are moments of perfection, twinklings of time to be etched into memory, remembered as the perfect day, forevermore.

I remember the dawn of a perfect day — January of 1972, I gave birth to my son — a moment of perfection. Enraptured by this gift of life, birthed by me, a feeling of agelessness swept over my spirit. In a not-so-perfect moment, the teenage and single motherhood worries would take over — but only in the dark of night.

I remember the sunup of a perfect day — a few days before Thanksgiving 1975, on the telephone with my Mother — a moment of perfection. Enthralled by Mom’s delight in my wanting her peach pie recipe, time seemed to stand still. In another not-so-perfect moment, I would grieve never hearing her voice again, as domestic violence would take her away on December 1st — but only in the dark of night.

I remember the rise of a perfect day — Cox Family Reunion 1999 — a moment of perfection. Enamoured by a wellspring of joy in this reuniting of family lost twenty-four years before, believing that love heals all wounds. In another not-so-perfect moment, I would come to believe that love is only for as long as it lasts — but only in the dark of night.

I remember the light of a perfect day — Tidbit, a four-week old pup placed in my arms, July 2, 2000 — a moment of perfection. Held spellbound by her baby blue eyes of gratitude, for her life had just been saved. In another not-so-perfect moment, I would worry about the vet’s diagnosis of “parvo pup” and all that would entail — but only in the dark of night.

In between the light and the dark are moments of perfection, ripples of time woven into a tapestry of life, remembered as the perfect day, forevermore.

The light now yawns, sky curtains drawn; in ev’ry way A Perfect Day!

I recently became a collector of books whose titles carry my name. I am amazed at the selections across many genres and for a wide range of age groups that have "Ruth" in the book titles. Watch for links to my reviews of these books to show up here on Wizzley!

At the hospital on the day my grandson Liam was born, I was able to capture on camera and in my heart one of the proudest moments I have experienced as a Mom. Seeing my son holding his son in his arms, the two of them taking what was probably a much needed nap, was a moment filled with tender emotion this mom shall not forget.

Having moved out of state, I am now a long distance parent and grandparent, which is not an easy thing to be. I sometimes feel like I am missing out on an important part of my life. I contemplate returning—we shall see.

Nonetheless, you will find William and Liam showing up in a lot of my writings, as well as many other loved ones left behind when I moved from the Buckeye State of Ohio to the Sunshine State of Florida.

Dogs are my best friends--no ifs, ands, or barks about it!

Although the last of my trio of canines passed on a short time ago, I am sure it will not be long before another puppy or dog paws its way into my heart and home.

For now, my girls live on in my creative writing and design work. In fact, one of the first articles I published here on Wizzley had the dogs in the spotlight!

I also have a brand new blog where they are spotlighted a couple of times a week or more.

I love dog pawprints!