An old friend of mine owns Volcano Press.  Volcano Press has published books on domestic violence and women’s health for over 40 years.  I recently discovered that the 92-year-young owner of Volcano Press took a “bad spill last year in which she broke her right ankle, knee and shoulder. The recovery process has been long and arduous.”   Will you add Miss Ruth to your prayers or send some healing vibrations her way?  Back when the “women’s movement” was barely more than a handful of small shelters, Miss Ruth was a visionary and pioneer. She is one of the many women who helped bring about changes in our society.  In the last forty years, so many things have changed.  My goal as a child was to grow up and be either a “MOMMIE, a secretary or a stewardess” and I was expected to accept the moments my Dad or husband hit me! I remember my pastor advised me that “it is a duty to turn the other cheek, and to obey the Head of Household to ensure a harmonious home!”  It was women like Miss Ruth and her contemporaries who helped change our world.   Now, we are protected by Joe Biden’s federally funded Violence Against Women Act, and women like Hillary Clinton have  run for the Presidency and served as Secretary of State!  Miss Ruth is “feisty”, like we are.

Sadly, I never had the opportunity to come to know Miss Ruth as much as I wanted to; but the short time we shared, she influenced me greatly, she inspired me to change the “cycle of violence” that I was born into.  Part of who I have become is due to Miss Ruth’s influences.  I’ve read many of the books she publishes on child abuse, rape and domestic violence.  I’m planning on ordering a book or two about “Women and Aging” that are available.  

If you’ve experienced trouble locating a book about women’s health, violence or aging, check out Volcano Press!

The following is a poem Volcano Press shares.  I hope you enjoy it!

Hugs and love!

We’d Like to Share a Poem

“My ’63 Plymouth Belvidere” by Candace A. Hennekens

In 1978, that ’63 Plymouth Belvidere
was already old but it ran. Your mother
had gifted the car to me on her death bed.
Two years later, I drove away, the back seat
piled with clothes, our daughter in her car seat.
I forgot shoes, winter coats.
You mailed those and anything else 
you could find that was mine 
in an enormous box–my grandmother’s wall vase,

college papers, cut crystal, all mixed up.
I vomited in my mother’s basement toilet,
knowing you had touched all my things.
The night we escaped, I decapitated a goose
on some dark country road; the state patrol
ticketed me for speeding. I pulled into my
mother’s driveway, my eyes dilated, panting,
reeling, like a prisoner released after a long sentence.
My mother touched your hand prints on my neck 

and wept. The Belvidere had a 318 engine.
I knew how to change oil, replace spark plugs.
I pushed buttons on the dash to make her go.
Painted bright yellow I never drove anonymously.
Sometimes I search for that car in the classifieds.
If I find her, I’ll buy her back, restore her
to mint condition, and keep her as a memorial
to my freedom that all these years later
is still precious, a gift from your mother to me.

Copyright VOLCANO PRESS 2000-2015



  1. Mama Via says:

    Interesting-I am unable to fully understand this study -(today is a bad add & Fibro day)- but what I understand, there are a plethora of health issues directly linked to having suffered child abuse. Help! Someone read this and confirm!

    All the issues I have…chronic pain, early onset & recurrent depression, ADD, fibromyalgia, etc…

    Thank goodness the only addiction I have is needing to read RMBD every day!

    w w w.

    Let’s see I i tricked it into letting me post…just remove the [returns]

    • TrulyUSA says:

      First of all, loved that poem. Secondly, I read that report and you are correct Mama, according to that report you have an increased risk for adverse health effects directly related to abuse suffered as a child (under the age of 18). I’ve never heard this before!

      • Mama Via says:

        Thank you for taking a gander at that, Truly! That certainly explains a few things! I’m going to talk to my pain management fellow? Aren’t our bodies amazing things?

        Yes, loved the poem!

  2. Twister says:

    I’m sorry you’re having a bad day Mama. You are such a rock (thank you!) that I forget how much pain you deal with on a daily basis. Big hugs!

    • Mama Via says:

      Thank you, Twister..,you are a pretty solid rock too, you know! All of you, every single one…are a special part of my life! I am so very blessed to have such wonderful friends. You each ease my load, my pain in a special way…and I’ve never felt as loved as I do now, at this point in my life.

      I once believed that we only had so much love…that it was somehow “limited”…and it amazed me that my Grand mother, with 12 children (plus their spouses) plus 30 some of grandchildren and 20-something great grandchildren…MUST have exceeded her quota! But, she didn’t HAVE a quota!

      Since I only had one biological child…the Grand Architect (and RMBD) led me here, where I met and was loved by all of you…

      Thank you!

      • TrulyUSA says:

        When I married my husband my only child looked at me and said “I’m happy for you, but I hope you will still love me as much as you did before you were married”. To which I replied “love doesn’t divide — it only multiplies!” Love you all!

  3. renaes24 says:

    Oh you wild child! You rock Mama.

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