My youngest sister, Ruthie, is the type of person who invites nicknames. She’s blunt, funny, and smart, with a mane of red hair and the temperament that is said to accompany it. When we were children we started calling her Oofer, Rooster, and Rufus. She once asked my mother why she couldn’t make anything good out of apples? When my mother asked her what she wanted her to make from them, Ruth answered, “Chocolate cake.” A few weeks ago, she was worried that her oldest daughter, a teenager now, had never told her that she hated her. “Maybe she doesn’t,” I speculated. That didn’t seem to ease her concerns. “We’re not communicating!” Ruth insisted.
Our new nickname for Ruthie is Ruthie the Riveter, hence the name of this blog: Riveter Posts. We have invited other women with equally interesting personalities and lives to share this blog with us. One day, we might invite men to write here as well.
We hope you enjoy it.
-Tori