October, 2017

Dear Mr. President, Sometimes ‘freedom’ isn’t, actually (and the dish that could bring some world peace)

October 12, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

In morning’s light, I gaze across our land. Leaves dance and twirl through the air, branches ruffled by unseen fingers. An errant one kisses my forehead in my spot on the BOS (Bright Orange Swing) before skittering behind me to the ground. Sun’s rays play atop the green, green grass, turning dew drops to diamonds […]

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For the parents of prodigals, “You’re not alone”

October 7, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

She came to my mind again today as she often does in the midst of my Saturday chores. Wipin’ out the microwave that her daddy, a very Handy Man, had installed, it always reminds me. Swipin’ away the smudges yet again and one more time, and there she was; her face, her name, her legs… […]

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When you think that she’s better than you

October 2, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It came to me on a scrap of land in the sea. There, where palm trees lined the white-sand path. Where yellow umbrellas sprouted like so many golden mushrooms against a Caribbean sky. Where water shaded from clear to green to delicate blues, in this paradise I heard the ancient hiss. “She is better.” In […]

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