Rhonda’s Blog

I have come to value simplicity. I mean, greatly, and I’ve come to despise the complicated. (It’s the complicated form of religion or way of living that exhausts you and

I’m thinkin’ of mothers today. Like the mother of David, the shepherd boy. She raised a kid who ended up having sex with another man’s wife, then arranged her husband’s

Every once in awhile, it happens. The Cub’s getting ready to head for bed, and he says it, “Mom, wanna come lay down with me?” I’ve learned that sometimes, he’s

Dear Wanderer, I’m sitting here in a quiet house today. The Christmas lights are shining on the tree, all of my men are at work or at school, and the

It’s my son across the sea. My adventuring, off-again, far-away son, he with the Jesus hair. “Kelly Anne died.” Oh, God. My heart skips a beat. And like that, I’m

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’m fixin’ to be Hosting Girl. Tomorrow, an influx of relatives is happening here on The Three. When I was thinking about it the other day, I felt that

I voted for Donald Trump. There. I said it. I could list the reasons. Things like national security and protecting our borders. Lowering taxes and boosting business. Respect for our

“He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust.” In autumn’s chill light, the ancient words fall like quiet rain upon my listening ear. In

I am a survivor of sexual abuse. (I first wrote about it here. ) I can remember the day it finally came out of my mouth. In utter desperation, I

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Day is dying in the west.” By a quiet country road, we’re walking in evening’s light. Dust of very earth, it billows, clouds rolling, as a great, red combine