Rhonda’s Blog

Sitting by a pool at a campground, my phone rings. It’s the house, so I pick it up. “Hello?” “Mom!” Every call from my second son begins this way. “Mom!”

Glancing out the window into the gathering dusk, it catches my eye. Just beneath the outdoor light, I see the star we hang every summer, imprinted with the American flag.

It came through one of my social-media platforms. In the close-up, a young woman had posted a photo of her voluptuous breasts, barely covered, with one hand reaching into her

I’m standing in the toothpaste aisle at Walmart. Around the corner, there he comes. He makes a too-wide turn, cart bumping the shelves. “Drunk driving,” says the stranger, and that’s

I write this story with permission. At his wife’s request, his name is withheld, and so I shall call him “John.” This, I think, is fitting, for it hearkens back

It came from, of all places, Disney. If you follow the news, you will know that in recent days, company executives have come forward, revealing their bold agenda. They have

It was in last night’s phone call that he said it. Our oldest-of-four sons was talking with his dad, and there it came. “God let me weave my own web,” he

It was her opening words that grabbed me. “First of all, we are not afraid,” she said. In fact, every time the government decides to further suspend our civil liberties,

It’s quiet in the house. All of my men are at school or at work, and it’s just me. Well, me and Garth Brooks. Down in the basement, things are

In the Big Apple, they’re suffering. I happened to hear the latest as I was sitting on hold the other day, waiting to speak to Mr. Snerdley on his show.