Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
Screenwriter, travel writer, marine biologist
I sat at the table watching my grandmother uncover the large pot sitting on the stove. As steam billowed from under the cover, the fragrance of oregano, garlic, onion, tomato, chicken and a hint of white wine, tickled my nose and made my stomach growl. I eagerly awaited my plate of arroz con pollo piled... Continue Reading →
Have you ever thought about what era your life is in or was in? I was asked to consider this in a memoir writing class I am taking this quarter. The instructor promised this would lead us to a story or two even... There was one caveat, the era had to be linked with an... Continue Reading →
My path to becoming a writer began on a mild Chicago winter day in January 1988. But I didn't know it. It was the day my uncle Danny died of AIDS related pneumonia.
I turned 44 a few days ago and I had a re-birthday. Perhaps it is a "turning 44 thing?" 44 is a whimsical number it looks like two chairs standing on their head. The day before the re-birth - my worldview was rearranged - I was not selected for a job, I was not promoted.... Continue Reading →
On Monday I decided I was going to do something different in my life. It began when I wanted to add a cover image to my LinkedIn account. I know, nothing big, especially because I'm not sure what the value of my LinkedIn account is, and I'm pretty sure no one in my "network" cares... Continue Reading →
My height is an aspect about my physical appearance that I just can't hide. I really can't hide. Not in a crowd, not in the subway, or the supermarket, nope I stick out. The only place I have traveled where I felt short was in the Netherlands. Everyone there, women included, were tall! Even the... Continue Reading →
Most of us weren't there, but all of our lives were touched. How are you remembering D-Day? A moment of silence, pondering the existence of war, wondering if there really is a need. They die, We live, We die, They live, We die, We live, We mourn, We celebrate, We watch an IMAX documentary We... Continue Reading →
Author's note: This story shares an event in my childhood, my dad's 40th birthday, whose impact subconsciously stayed with me into adulthood. Today would have been my father's 80th birthday - he died last November, ten days before my 43rd birthday, a few months after I finished this story. I grew to love my dad... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: I have been using the wordpress app on my iPhone for the blogs while on my trip. It is a pathetic application with no way to save a draft so I can work on it on my kindle after posting pictures. WordPress needs to understand that writers like all artists need a sketchbook and... Continue Reading →
Wednesday was the chosen day. We packed our father's ashes to drive them to their final resting place. The grave of his father. A reunion 70 years in the making. From the shores of the English Channel near Fort La Varde, the last location my grandfather was stationed, we drove inland 130 kilometers towards the... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 