Rhonda’s Blog

You can’t blame me, can you, if I as a lone woman in a house full of males make a play for sympathy now and then. Honestly. Some mothers would

When summer arrives, a whole new world opens up for the boys. While that world inevitably includes chores that evoke the usual grumbling and charges of slave labor, there is

Grant’s experience growing up was entirely different. He is the oldest of five, all of whom were born in six years to the day. They were a busy, well-organized little

Some days I feel like General Petraeus, overseeing wartime ops and issuing daily reports to the Commander in Chief when he comes home from the office. Commander: “How were things

I was doing my usual Friday morning thing, sitting up at the coffee shop. I was there to write, but the senior had stopped in after early-morning prayer breakfast to

One of the boys took his bike and the other one took his Ripstik. The laws of human nature decree that you always want what you don’t have, so those

His viral illness has manifested itself with symptoms of a general lack of interest in all things academic (homework in particular) with his job, his friends, and track taking priority.

A former babysitter of mine originally from Kansas (she lived right up the road from us, but now lives in Shipshewana) emailed me saying she felt I should run as

Some of the extended family have begun shrewdly calculating the advantages that would be theirs if a relative was in the Oval Office. They’re already picturing themselves in the Lincoln

But oh, my. I was so good. And I must admit to feeling rather virtuous, having gotten in my full quota (and then some) of lines, hiking the 3rd grader