Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
writer, traveler, marine biologist
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 →
Three hours of pure hell. I arrived home from work, just in time to begin ingesting 2 liters, one liter at a time, of a prescription laxative. The flavor and texture was a cross between a rancid lemon and frog slime fresh from a bog. For two hours I had to endure drinking this stuff,... Continue Reading →
Lately I have been reminded about my limited time on this planet. The reminders have been blatant, smack you in the face, kind of events. A friend committing suicide, another friend dying from colon cancer and my mother's journey to rid her body of cancer. My heart aches and my mind reels into motion, what... Continue Reading →
Do you do it? When? To ask for directions? To order at a restaurant? To the grocery store clerk? To buy or sell something? I admit, I don't usually strike up conversations with strangers, I'm still a little shy about it and... yeah scared. The times I have spontaneously erupted in conversation with a stranger... Continue Reading →
Death. No matter how hard we try, we just can't get away from it. Nope, sorry, you too will die, your spirit will leave your physical body and go... wherever spirits go when we die. So why do you ignore it? You know... Death? When someone you know or love is consciously dying because they... Continue Reading →
Death. What it means to each of us is very personal, but transcendent as well, meaning it is a part of our being human. What is your relationship with death? Is it filled with fear? Peace? or Indifference (which may lead back to fear)? It was June 12, 2012, a month ago, when I went... Continue Reading →
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