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My name is Ruth (R.H. Verrinder). I am an independent writer from the California Central Valley. This blog serves as an outlet for various nonfiction pieces on religion, philosophy, the arts, and current events. I have a self-published book on Amazon entitled Sketches of a Small Life, which draws from my childhood and adolescent experiences to depict life in rural California, and I am currently working on my first science fiction novel. Throughout my writing, I draw from my experiences in science and engineering to attempt to bridge the gap between science and the arts. 

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