A Table of Miracles — Soho, NYC, 1970s. In this photo, Donald’s father, Admondo Rubbo—just days out of the hospital from a heart attack—feeds his children, his friends, and a homeless man at the long plywood table in their artist loft in SoHo. He had little money, but an abundance of spirit.
From whatever ingredients were in the kitchen, he created more than a meal—he created a memory, a lesson, a legacy. Moments like this were the seeds of My Father’s Miraculous Rock Soup: a story not just about soup, but about extraordinary generosity, making something from nothing, and the art of turning scarcity into celebration.
From whatever ingredients were in the kitchen, he created more than a meal—he created a memory, a lesson, a legacy. Moments like this were the seeds of My Father’s Miraculous Rock Soup: a story not just about soup, but about extraordinary generosity, making something from nothing, and the art of turning scarcity into celebration.
Around this table, Admondo taught his children what it means to give when you have little, to love when you feel broken, and to always, always make room for one more.
“You can always add water to the soup.” Admondo Rubbo
Click here to visit Don Rubbo's Website
“You can always add water to the soup.” Admondo Rubbo
Click here to visit Don Rubbo's Website
December 5th celebrated the man who shaped the person I am today, it was the 100th birthday of my father, Don Rubbo, a trailblazing artistic visionary whose too-short life embodied resilience, boundless creativity, and the transformative miracle of storytelling.
In a world desperate for genuine connections, I honored my dad’s 100th birthday with my captivating storybook, My Father's Miraculous Rock Soup—a luminous three-part fable that transcends the genre of previous Rock Soup stories, proving that true wonders bubble up from the most unassuming elements.
Born from my dad’s profound words shared with me in my childhood, this stunningly illustrated masterpiece crafts an epic of hope and innovation, where a simple rock sparks unbreakable bonds, overflowing abundance, and heartfelt generosity. Drawing from my father’s own words to me in our 1960’s Bronx apartment, this beautifully illustrated book weaves a tale of hope and ingenuity, where a humble rock becomes the catalyst for community, abundance, and unbreakable spirit. It's not just a children's story; it's also a game-changing map for grown-ups wrestling with lack amid plenty, challenging us all to unearth miracles in the ordinary. Through vivid prose and heartfelt illustrations, I invite readers of all ages to rediscover the art of making "soup" from stones—transforming challenges into triumphs.
In a world desperate for genuine connections, I honored my dad’s 100th birthday with my captivating storybook, My Father's Miraculous Rock Soup—a luminous three-part fable that transcends the genre of previous Rock Soup stories, proving that true wonders bubble up from the most unassuming elements.
Born from my dad’s profound words shared with me in my childhood, this stunningly illustrated masterpiece crafts an epic of hope and innovation, where a simple rock sparks unbreakable bonds, overflowing abundance, and heartfelt generosity. Drawing from my father’s own words to me in our 1960’s Bronx apartment, this beautifully illustrated book weaves a tale of hope and ingenuity, where a humble rock becomes the catalyst for community, abundance, and unbreakable spirit. It's not just a children's story; it's also a game-changing map for grown-ups wrestling with lack amid plenty, challenging us all to unearth miracles in the ordinary. Through vivid prose and heartfelt illustrations, I invite readers of all ages to rediscover the art of making "soup" from stones—transforming challenges into triumphs.