Rhonda’s Blog

It happened again one morning on my way home in the quiet van. I was coming back from dropping off the sophomore and picking up some fruit (okay, and a Starbucks white chocolate mocha)

“I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me

Or it was difficult, for this girl, at least, for a very long time.  But I’m learning.  Thank God, I’m learning. If you’ve been reading the blog for any length

Boys will try anything.  They will jump down onto a trampoline from leafy heights where the air is thin.  They will scale tall, rickety ladders to reach the haymow.  Then

It was back in our newly-married days that I answered an ad in the local newspaper.  A family was looking for a part-time babysitter for their two children, a boy (5)

Remember now, he’s signed up to sing a solo, the first one ever in an official capacity, and the nerves are getting to him just a bit.  So he said,

It was a Negro spiritual, “Oh Happy Day” that spoke to me.  In the movie, it spoke to Penny, too, coming at a low point in her life when going

It was on her face, that brave little mother bent over the keyboard just earlier today.  Beauty, I saw there, and peace resting on her visage. Son number two and