Author: Rhonda Schrock

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Jun 13, 2011

Spelling out a crazy life

A:  Big A, little a.  What begins with ‘A?’  Aggravation, allergies, acceleration.  A, a, a. Of course, I’m not referring to Mr. Schrock’s children who are now all home for the 

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Jun 08, 2011

Under the influence

No matter how I squirm and squiggle, writhe and wriggle with fear and excitement tangled up in near-equal parts, they won’t leave me alone, those dreams.  And then God Almighty

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Jun 07, 2011

Return of summer brings Tom, Huck, and archaeological digs

Holes have also appeared at the base of a pine tree, and they’ve been treasure hunting again.  Apparently, there’s something about the pinging of a metal detector that throws a

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Jun 06, 2011

Come, rest

What a difficult few weeks it had been.  Life had thrown some curve balls, leaving us scrambling to catch up, get ahead, work it through.  I’d fallen silent, needing time

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Jun 03, 2011

When the cloud doesn’t move

The ancient account of how God led His people through the desert came to life in bright pictures displayed. There to the right was the pillar of cloud by day,

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Jun 01, 2011

Hey, you – let go now

I see you.  I know you because I’ve been in that place.  I know that weight, that thing that’s pressing in, pulling you down – you know, that thing you never

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May 31, 2011

‘Cocktail of terror’ includes shortage of coffee, teen drivers

Lucky for them, I’ve managed to escape ephebiphobia.  That’s the fear of teenagers.  And lucky for me, I don’t have androphobia.  That’s the fear of men.  What I do have

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May 24, 2011

Family’s annual tradition of Indy mini-marathon continues

Officially, there were two of us running again.  Unofficially, everybody runs.  Just because the rest of us don’t have numbers pinned on our shirts doesn’t mean we’re not running.  As

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May 23, 2011

It should be natural

She hugged me there on the high stool in my favorite corner.  “What are you reading?” she asked eagerly. “I’m in Isaiah,” I said, “and I wish I could understand

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May 18, 2011

Look up

Just home from an end-of-the-year meeting at school, I get Little his breakfast, grind up the beans, and measure fresh coffee into the filter.  Cream (the real kind) swirls like ribbons

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