Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
writer, traveler, marine biologist
We were making copies using the ditto machine in the teacher’s resource room of our school. When the teacher’s aide – we kids called “slap jaw” - walked through the intoxicating fumes of the duplicating solvent to talk to us. She asked us where we were going to high school – we both replied Sullivan.... Continue Reading →
Why do some people feel the need to review past events? I don't know the answer to that question - so I will use this platform to explore why I feel a need to review the last year... This isn't going to be a chronological listing of events - this won't be a rehash of... Continue Reading →
Today I give thanks to this happy couple. My parents - circa 1969 at Banff or Glacier NP. They represent what the United States of America is all about. A country of compassion. A country of opportunity. A country where an economic refugee from Germany and a political refugee from Cuba, could meet, fall in... Continue Reading →
Dear Super Moon, You looked splendid tonight. Your rouge-like aura when you first emerged above the horizon made me wonder if you were a bit angry. Did Mars tell you something that pissed you off? Did he tell you that you are not made of rock, but of cheese? My sweet, you do look beautiful... Continue Reading →
Ah paradise, you are my Shangri La, the place where there are no worries, food is plentiful, play no work, and I will never get old. Who am I kidding? Not you I hope. The food is not free. The housing isn't either. And there are chores to do. Thanks to my neighbor monopolizing the... Continue Reading →
The pause happened before my 45th birthday last year. Thoughts started badgering me: What am I doing with my life? Is this where I want to be? What have I accomplished? Is this all there is for me? I'm almost dead! My older friends laughed and called me "youngster" and "silly." But I know this... 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 →
The fog outside this morning is like pea soup. Driving through this stuff is not impossible but it does mess with my eyes. Or is it because it is a Monday morning and my two cups of coffee haven't kicked in yet? I have my second cup of coffee with me on my drive to... 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 →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 