Rhonda’s Blog

Here we go. Slow transitioner that I am, I’m not doing so well. All the rest of you seem to be hitting the gas pedal with both feet, ready to

I’ve discovered that if I listen closely, I can pick up a clue now and then about that particular day’s sins. Take last night, for instance. He was jabbering along

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear…” This song gets a lot of play at our house in the summer months with three birthdays in June

Can you believe it? It’s time for the buses again, and I’m just not ready. Just between you and me, I have a dark desire to throw down a few

It’s been a long time, and I was getting periodic questions about her absence from disgruntled recipients of her talents. “When is Lee coming over again?” was the general tone.

“What goes around, comes around.” So goes the law of sowing and reaping. “What goes up must come down.” That’s the law of gravity. “What goes on vacation must eventually

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Last night we were watching Fox News in prime time, and there, being interviewed, was a gentleman from our church. I’m not sure of his title, but his work involves

Tomorrow you will be visiting our tiny town, coming to an empty factory a mere 1.5 miles or so from my humble home where my husband and I are working