Ruth Wuwong and The Way We Forgive...*Giveaway to all Who Sign Up for her Newsletter
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Introduce yourself—name, where you’re from, and something people notice when they meet you?
My name is Ruth Wuwong, originally from Hong Kong. Since a young age, I cultivated a profound love for reading and writing. I would spend hours at the library, devouring every book on a single shelf before moving on to the next. It seems I have a longing that can’t be satisfied by reality. Immersing myself in literature allows me to escape into worlds where I could become someone graceful, witty, and popular.
Currently, I work for a small biotech company and have published 120+ scientific books and papers. As a latecomer to the world of creative writing, I’ve released several books under different pen names. Fiction titles were published under R. F. Whong, while non-fiction books were published under Ruth Wuwong.
I was chosen as a featured author by the Minnesota Anoka County Library in 2025 and by the Suffolk Virginia Authors Festival in 2026.
I’m married to my wonderful husband, a retired pastor who encourages me to pursue my dreams. We served together at three different churches from 1987 to 2020. Our adult son works in a nearby city.
Tell us about your book—title and back cover blurb?
The Way We Forgive (women’s fiction, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BQ5LNLNB) was released in December, 2022.
Here is some information about The Way We Forgive:
Words: 62,000
Blurb:
Can a pastor’s wife learn to forgive? A story about forgiveness you will never forget.
Ruth’s life seems perfect. With a respectable job in a pharmaceutical conglomerate, a house in the Chicago suburbs, a caring pastor husband, and a well-behaved son, she’s a woman to emulate. When her widowed mother visits from Japan, she can no longer hide her irrational fear of death and her unforgiving heart. While both mother and daughter struggle with chronic diseases, Ruth’s new boss bullies her. Meanwhile, an anonymous letter accuses the pastor and his wife of grievous transgressions.
Unforeseen events force the family to reflect on redemption and reconciliation. Mom chooses to forgive her abusive stepmother, but Ruth can’t let go of bitterness and anger toward her aunt. As tragedy looms once more, can Ruth learn to forgive? Will she surrender her innermost dream?
Share an excerpt?
Over the next few days, we had excursions every morning. In St. Thomas, we went on a fish-watching submarine tour with Liam and Jasmine. We signed up for a rainforest tour in the Dominican Republic. In Nassau, I took a bus tour with my mother around the island.
Back in our cabin at night, I intended to talk to her, but she put her manicured hands on her waist and said, “I’m so tired. Let’s do it later.”
At the Miami airport, Mom dragged her fingers through her hair, fluffing the freshly dyed-black strands. “What a wonderful vacation. I’m so pleased to have run into Jasmine.”
“Did you two exchange phone numbers and addresses?” How could I broach her past?
“Yes. She lives in Miami.” Mom beamed, sinking back into the uncomfortable waiting chair. “Maybe they’ll come to visit us soon.”
I stared at her. “We have a whole hour before boarding. Tell me what happened when you were a child.”
Her smile disappeared. “You’re such a strong-willed and persistent brat.”
“Like you.” I scrunched my nose to tease her.
She heaved a sigh. “So long ago. I’ve forgotten most of it.”
I nudged her arm with mine. “Tell me why you went back to live with your father and stepmother. Liam said you stayed with your nana since you were a baby.”
A distant expression glazed her eyes. “My nana passed away when I was nine.”
I scratched my cheek, debating whether to continue.
Too late.
Mom’s shoulders slumped, and she leaned into me. “Nana loved me very much. She knew she wouldn’t live to see me grow up. To prepare me for an uncertain future, she trained me to cook and do house chores as soon as I reached six.”
I conjured up a picture in my head. An old woman with bound feet helped a girl chop meat in the kitchen, and her childish giggles lilted through the air.
A lump lodged in my heart.
“I was still not fully prepared.” Mom tipped her head against mine. With her so close, I could feel the weight of her next breath. “The first time my stepmother asked me to sweep the floor, I missed a piece of crumpled paper in the corner. Guess what she did?”
My stomach clenched. I closed my eyes, unsure of what stirred inside of me.
“She”—Mom’s voice shook—“stuck the trash into my mouth and forced me to swallow it.”
My mouth went dry, heat swelling my throat. An angel, the apple of her nana’s eye, fell from heaven to hell in a matter of days.
“After that, I never made the same mistake.” A wry laugh shook her body as she pushed herself away from me. “For my tenth birthday, my dad bought me a cake. But I didn’t get to taste it. My stepmother gave it to her own children.”
What! I jerked farther away from her. “Why didn’t your father do something?”
She shrugged and dipped her chin.
With a trembling hand, I grasped her arm. “That’s why you can’t resist sweets?”
The PA system called our flight. Mom stood and smoothed her rumpled slacks. “Time to board. Let’s go.”
I followed her to our seats. She shut her eyes and slept through the flight while my shoulders stiffened and my chest tightened.
Note: See the book trailer at this link, https://youtu.be/Cz_R6-Ijl30
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Good excerpt, Ruth! You always write such emotional, engaging stories. I am an abuse survivor. Nothing and no one but God healed me and granted me forgiveness for my abuser. It's truly been a miracle.
I am an abuse surviver. I have worked for many years on forgiveness. it did not come easy. I am currently the caregiver for my abuser. I have to say there are times the anger and feelings of unforgiveness surfaces. It is a battle that I take to the Lord. Thank you for sharing. God bless you. Please stay safe and warm.
Oh my goodness. My job just changed this week. I am still reeling from it but trying to keep it together. It was either that or six weeks of pay. The sense of betrayal is deep after having spent eight years sacrificing greatly and I thought doing my very best. So much change at work right now. This is spot on for what has transpired this past week. I remember you being featured before. Your writing just draws me in!
Thank you for book would love to read in print format