Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Mar 25, 2019

Small, caffeinated mother calls for National Day of Napping

South Bend, IN – As news of Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s Nothing Burger broke over the weekend, heads exploded collectively in many newsrooms, mailrooms, classrooms, washrooms, bedrooms, courtrooms, cloakrooms, greenrooms, and

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Mar 08, 2019

Local mother schools AOC on truly dangerous farts

South Bend, IN – After hearing reports of the Green New Deal legislation proposed by Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a local mother has issued a response. “If the representative from New

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Feb 05, 2019

Dear boys, The state of our union is strong

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

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Jan 18, 2019

In his heart and in his bed

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

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Jan 12, 2019

The cure for control? It’s His love

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

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Jan 11, 2019

I could use a wall–or a Doberman Pinscher

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

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Jan 09, 2019

When the pill you’re trying to swallow won’t go down

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.

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Jan 07, 2019

In the shadow of 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

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Jan 03, 2019

Dear Mr. President, I’d like to be your Chief of Staff

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

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Dec 31, 2018

It’s okay to be un-finished, just come

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,

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