Ruth Bushman Baird
Writer & Illustrator
Hello! I’m Ruth.
I grew up in the mountains and deserts of Arizona. Life was chaotic, yet inspired by the stories my mother and father told me.
In 6th grade, a voice told me that I would be a writer. Well then! At recess I grabbed a pile of paper and a pencil. I found an outside bench in the school breezeway to begin my writing career. I stared at the blank page... and had absolutely nothing to say... At that point, 11-year-old me looked down and saw my shirt was unbuttoned and blowing open. I quickly abandoned my writing career.
Years later, after mostly raising my children, having checked to see if my shirt was buttoned and baby drool was wiped off my shoulder, I began to write.
I am an artist, screewriter, and novel writer.
I love being with my family, dog, and chickens. I am energized by traveling, art, reading, and talking to random people in the grocery store.
You can contact me at: RuthBushmanBaird.com
Stories are like dandelion seeds. Take a big breath and let them fly…
A Seedling flies. She is often an orphen, looking for the comfort of a home. Tentatively, she lands on Mother Earth. With joy, she soaks up rain and sends down a root in welcoming soil.
The seedling sprouts and becomes a glorious yellow SUN-like flower. She heals the ground wherever she grows. She nurishes animal and human life around her because every bit of her is nutricious and full of life. After a few days, it seems she dies.
Although once gold, she resprouts to become taller. She crowns herself as the white MOON. Each petal has now become a new seeding. Her crown is like a diamond halo of beauty.
It only takes a child’s breath or a puff of wind to send out her seedlings, like STARS, to once again fly into the universe. She spreads joy and life to those willing to see and accept the miracle.
Stories, like the Dandelion, live in phases, that not only delight our eyes and feed us, but to go on to sprout other stories.
I thank all the writers and their stories that have nurtured me in my life.
