5 Quotes & Sayings By Ruth Mcleodkearns

Ruth McLeod-Kearns was born in Albany, New York, in 1940. She lived in London for four years attending the Central School of Speech and Drama. She studied acting at the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School in England. Since then she has lived in England, Spain, France, Ireland, Canada, and the United States Read more

She has taught at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, New York University, The Actors Studio West, Actors' Center West, and The Groundlings School for Improvisation. She was an actor with Theatre Genesis for six years and performed regularly with other local theater companies in Los Angeles. Ruth is currently teaching English Literature at Moorpark College in Moorpark, California.

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The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect. Ruth McLeodKearns
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In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn’t mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt. Ruth McLeodKearns
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Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. Ruth McLeodKearns
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Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth of the toddler, and methodically provides oxygenated air. Doyle’s tiny chest rises and falls while I listen with my stethoscope. I am reaching for another breathing tube.“ Fib! ” Dr. Pedras feels for a pulse while another places gelled pads on her chest. Ruth McLeodKearns