Welcome to my home

I’m so glad you’re here. Come on into my kitchen where the coffee is hot, and the cookies are fresh. I’d like to share them with you.

“There are no strangers, only friends you’ve not yet met.” That’s what William Butler Yeats said, and I agree.

“You’ve never met a stranger.” That’s what my mom said once, and she was right.
Friendship is a treasure you hold with both hands. With one hand, you give it. With the other hand, you receive it, and in all of it, there’s joy.

No matter where we come from or what our differences are, in so many ways we’re alike. We are wired for connection. We want to be seen, understood, and accepted. We ache to belong in a circle that welcomes us in. We know in our bones that we were made for love, and in the clamor and heat of an ever-changing world, our hearts long for home.

Welcome home, friend. Come on in.

About Author

Why Coffee?

Rhonda’s love for coffee is rooted deep in prairie soil. It was at the restaurant in which she worked as a teen, washing dishes and waiting tables, that the magic happened. One day she paired some fresh, hot coffee with a homemade donut, and she was hooked.

Since then, the morning cup of coffee has been a happy part of her daily routine. She asserts that staying caffeinated has kept her rowdy, dirt-smearing, burping, food furnaces (aka sons) alive.

“You know, in the animal kingdom they eat their young,” she notes with a shake of her curly head, “but drinking coffee calms me down. All of a sudden, I’ll see the ‘funny’ in their latest tricks, and so they live to tell about it. It’s like a miracle.”

In Rhonda’s lexicon, “coffee” is an action word. She defines it like this.

cof-fee (v.) – to caffeinate in the company of one or more friends; soothing and consoling one’s shattered nerves with heavy dosing of this hot beverage

For her, it’s a year-round sport. In the winter, she participates in her living room by the light of a lamp, often with a candle aflame nearby. In the summer, you will find her out on the beloved BOS (Bright Orange Swing), watching the rising sun and listening to the songs of the birds.