Rhonda’s Blog

I’m standing in the toothpaste aisle at Walmart. Around the corner, there he comes. He makes a too-wide turn, cart bumping the shelves. “Drunk driving,” says the stranger, and that’s

I write this story with permission. At his wife’s request, his name is withheld, and so I shall call him “John.” This, I think, is fitting, for it hearkens back

It came from, of all places, Disney. If you follow the news, you will know that in recent days, company executives have come forward, revealing their bold agenda. They have

It was in last night’s phone call that he said it. Our oldest-of-four sons was talking with his dad, and there it came. “God let me weave my own web,” he

It was her opening words that grabbed me. “First of all, we are not afraid,” she said. In fact, every time the government decides to further suspend our civil liberties,

It’s quiet in the house. All of my men are at school or at work, and it’s just me. Well, me and Garth Brooks. Down in the basement, things are

In the Big Apple, they’re suffering. I happened to hear the latest as I was sitting on hold the other day, waiting to speak to Mr. Snerdley on his show.

Through the window, I see him. Outlined in the frosted glass as he waits for the bus, The Cub is standing watch. His bright-red backpack is centered solidly on his

It’s Saturday afternoon. After a whirlwind holiday season, the dust is slooowly settling, and I’m desperate for some time with Mr. Schrock. It’s true. Nothing makes me happier than having

What if this is the year where shame has no place at the table? No voice? The damnable thing about shame is that it seeks to silence. To make us