Author: Ruth Wiseman
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Musings from Europe | Running with Ruth
I have taken my column on the road this month and am writing from a second-story flat on Theobalds Road in Central London on a rainy morning because I’ve been having the time of my life. A graduation celebration (not only for myself but also for two other recent sibling graduates) began some time ago…
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Fluent in English, failing in slang | Running with Ruth
Older generations have always looked at those younger and wondered where things went wrong. Usually, this happens around middle age or later as one watches their grandkids navigate a world they don’t recognize. But lately I’ve been feeling older than I actually am, experiencing these same feelings as I look at teens my own age.…
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The winter that wasn’t | Running with Ruth
Living in Woodland Park and Teller County usually comes with a very specific set of expectations. For those of us who, like myself, prefer warmth over cold, by the time January hits, we have usually moved past the denial phase. We accept our fate just as the winter truly settles in. Anyone who has lived…
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A life taught by teamwork | Running With Ruth
In a family of 11, quiet moments are a rare currency. Our house is usually a symphony of shifting chairs, music playing in the background and the constant hum of someone starting a new project in the kitchen. It is a life lived in the plural, where “mine” almost always turns into “ours” before the…
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My double life | Running with Ruth
I have something to confess. While you see me here in print, sharing thoughts about my unique life as the third of nine, spent entirely at altitude, I have been living a double life. I write in far more places and to far more people than just this column. On the surface, my life looks…
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The magic of Main Street parades | Running With Ruth
Among the many reasons I love growing up in Woodland Park, nothing quite captures the local spirit like our parades. Whether it’s the chaotic, candy-fueled September homecoming one or the more bundled-up fireside version every early December. These traditions anchor our town. When I was younger, the most memorable part of these small-town displays was…
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The real stakes are not the score | Running With Ruth
Do you remember your first job? Maybe you were scooping ice cream, the sweet, sticky smell on your clothes well after your shift ended. Maybe you were flipping burgers like my Uncle did. Maybe you were a babysitter, a lawn mower, a lifeguard, the person endlessly refolding sweaters at the mall, or, like me, a…
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Buying the back 355 | Running with Ruth
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save So the town is looking to purchase the golf course. Word on the street is that the course is currently less “meticulously manicured” and more “authentically rugged.” We are about to own a massive and…
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Buying the back 355 | Running with Ruth
So the town is looking to purchase the golf course. Word on the street is that the course is currently less “meticulously manicured” and more “authentically rugged.” We are about to own a massive and sprawling monument to mankind’s most bafflingly popular form of self-torture, a place already halfway back to nature. Golf, as Mark…
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A daily reminder of ‘what if?’ | Running with Ruth
Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save Facebook Twitter WhatsApp SMS Email Print Copy article link Save As anyone in Teller County knows, it’s there as you travel from the high country down lower. Past the traffic light in Cascade where the tourists are turning left to go to the North Pole…