Rhonda’s Blog

Dear boys, Tonight, our president will be addressing the nation. The four of us here at home will hop into our jams, grab our BOWs (Blankets of Wonder) and hunker

In the early-morning dark, I stretch. The flannel sheets in a red-and-black buffalo check are a cozy cocoon on this cold, wintry day. He Who Stirs Around is rummaging in

Dear fearful one, You came to my mind today while I was sipping my coffee, and I knew what I needed to say. Perhaps I knew for I have been

Unless you’re a Nepalese Sherpa hauling packages up and down steep mountainsides with your donkey, you can’t miss it. Everywhere, on every channel, on every news website, and on the

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger Winter has finally returned here on The Three. Outside my window, it’s snowing. Perhaps the angels are having a pillow fight, and the stuffing’s come loose up in Heaven.

I can still remember how she groaned low in her throat. As the summer sun beat down, baking earth and bystanders alike, we stood together, she and I, at the

Dear President Trump, Back in 2008, I ran for your office. “I think a mom of four boys could clean up this mess.” That’s what I told my readers, and

We never know what a year will hold, do we? In any given 12-month block that we call a calendar year, life can bring endings, beginnings, destruction, rebuilding, second chances,

Imagine that it was your birthday. For weeks, folks around you have been making preparations. They’re decorating. Shopping. Sending invites. Buying gifts. Planning food. Playing music. Gorgeous outfits are purchased.

In the intervening time, these words have bobbed quietly in the back of my mind, twirling like a leaf atop a creek in the fall. Dancing away from the shore, out