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 →
Love with abandon. You have heard this adage before. You have wished for it. You may have decided you will never know what this means. But you are experiencing it right now, every day, every hour, every minute. You are loving Earth with abandon. You think she will support you. You think she will always... Continue Reading →
This week began with my hand banged up and my finger throbbing from having a splinter. Not the greatest start of a week. I haven't blogged because there are days I just don't have the time nor the story. Today was going to be another storyless day. I spent 11 hours in downtown Honolulu in... 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.
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 →
Is there someone you know who pushes your buttons with a marksman's precision? Moms are good at this, at least mine is... But what about the people you least suspect? About a week ago, I was triggered after having a lovely sushi dinner with my honey. Once the bill was paid, we still had some... 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 →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 