Money, Coin, Ducats, Dollars?

Life is Funny, so they say

Well, it's true. But reality is very different that such platitudes. Life for everybody was  difficult in 2012. The people I know WITH money are hurting. People like me -- ugh. I like to say that I wish I had the money I had in 2011 when I said I was broke. But hanging onto my beliefs that this year we are in right now is the Magic Year for me, the phone keeps ringing with offers. Yesterday alone, I spoke to Tokyo, South Africa, Miami, New York and the Valley. Today I got another call from New York that is job related. So it looks like I will be flying all over the globe as in the golden, olden days, writing at warp speed (thank goodness for my Hollywood Reporter training that required a front page story every day by 3 o'clock, drunk or not). I have been to all these places before, except South Africa and I can't wait to go again and for the first time. The last time I was scheduled to go to South Africa, I was in an automobile accident by LAX. So happy to get another chance...is Ruth Adkins Robinson

Very Kind Words

Beautiful Rick

Writers like me, often think since we generally labor alone that attention is seldom paid to what we do.  Today an Executive in Charge of Production that I've worked with several times posted this recommendation.  I can only say thanks to Rick for this inspiring recommendation that came to me on a day when I was feeling a bit down. You brought a lump to my throat.

"Ruth's command of the written word paired with her ability to tell a story (or help others tell stories) with poetic grace make her one of the most elegant and sophisticated Writers I have worked with. She is a creative genius with a humble and understated presence that has tremendous respect for humanity as a whole."

Beautiful words from Beautiful Ricky for Ruth Adkins Robinson

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Weighing in on the Gun Thing

I was stunned at the fool who suggested that the heroic principal should have been able to pull out her own assault weapon and kill the crazy before he killed her and all the babies and staff.  What are these people thinking??  Of course an inanimate object can't kill anyone unless some person pulls the trigger, but isn't that the point. Who is listening to parents, teachers, any authority figure?  I am from Kentucky, there were guns in every closet. As bad tempered and crazy as I am, it never crossed my mind to take one of the guns out and shoot anybody.  And damn it, I knew a lot of people who could have used a good shot to the head at blood spattering range. Yet I don't ever remember being told not to touch the rifles and shotguns, it was just in the air.  Guess the air is different now.  Children seem to think its ok to take anything of their parents they want, or put poison in the milkshakes if the parent was too strict (like wanting the little nut job to stay off her computer when she wasn't supposed to be on a computer). Gun Violence is a part of daily life that didn't exist when I was a kid and the only thing I can think to do is to get better in touch with members of your family, reach out to your communities and try to give as much care, comfort and love you can to everyone you meet.  Difficult? but not as difficult as looking at the very small, heartbreaking caskets of the babies who died. Ok, so it's rant time from Ruth Adkins Robinson

Watch that Forward Button

Be careful what you forward. Today I sent something to someone I shouldn't have and forgot that all correspondence attaches.  So now I will have hours of trying to mend that fence.  Perhaps I will never succeed.  This makes me remember several years ago when a friend of mine forwarded me something that included a note to someone else that said "This is another one of Ruth's hairbrained schemes."  Wow, I had no idea that was the opinion of me.....the truth is that particular plan let me buy a house... it was devastating at the time, but now it generates a giggle..and that's pretty good payback for Ruth Adkins Robinson

I suppose you could call it adding insult to injury, but then I wasn't hurt anywhere but my ego when the little asshold grabbed my iPhone and shoved me. The hurt came when I called to report it, got the service turned off and then talked to the insurance.  Yes, I had coverage.  But here's the insult. I paid a grip for the phone when I got it and now I have to pay 199USD to get a replacement. Isn't there something wrong with that picture?  Of course, I will pay since I have been completely seduced by my iPhone 4S. Darling Siri looks up stuff for me, does email when I talk, takes memos, finds whoever I am looking for and actually is quite clever. When asked  did she know Jesus by my granddaughter, she said, "I am not programmed to discuss religion."  Would that were the answer given by too many people ready to discuss religion at the drop of anything, It's all very unnerving for Ruth Adkins Robinson

Unknown Grandfather

Today on Facebook, I came face to face with a face I didn't know I knew. Some month ago, I was contacted by email with the inquiry: "Are you the granddaughter of Jim Burns from Louisville, Ky?" I am, I responded, although I do not know him, but thanks to my search for my mother, Ruth Lavida Burns, I knew her father's name. Then today, the emailer posted a photo up on her site. When I saw it, I started to shake. I know this man, I thought, but I didn't know him as a grandfather. I knew him from my childhood as a friend of my father. I remember seeing him from time to time at this or that relative's house. Why in the name of my shrieking insane brain didn't they tell me he was my grandfather? Just another mystery to the dark, cloaked burden of silence around my mother. I will never know because anybody with answers to my eternal questioning is no longer alive. It is an undiscoverable mystery. Who was the mysterious Ruth who drove away from her little baby and never looked back at Ruth Adkins Robinson?

After Christmas

 Most people do love the Christmas holiday even if they can't spell Frankensince, like me in this late hour.  Perhaps the best thing about it all and that strangers actually smile at each other and cheerily call out Merry Christmas. Generally people growl at each other. Sad to see all the abandoned trees on the lots, so important and expensive on December 24, forlorn and forgotten on December 25. The spilling over trash cans all along my historic block is annoying.   I was thinking about all the presents and to tell the truth, I cannot remember one single Christmas present I've received in past years. I know I must have loved them at the time, but what about a present with some real meaning, like in an O.Henry tale? For some ungodly reason, I wait to wrap presents until Christmas Eve and then I am up all night doing just that. Doesn't matter how resolved I am never to do it again, Christmas Eve rolls around to find me in the same state of stupid. I received some lovely gifts this year from my Twins, thoughtful and right on time.  Whatever ambivelant feelings I have about this holiday, get pushed aside in order to celebrate with my sweet babies and that's a good thing for Ruth Adkins Robinson.