Rhonda’s Blog

There are certain things in the life of a mother that seem to just naturally catapult her into the heavenly realms. Angelic interludes, I call them. Stop the violins. I’m

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This has been a tough week for our small community. In a matter of four days’ time, two of our own have been called home suddenly to be with the

We first got to know Jeff, Lisa, and the girls when we moved here 6-1/2 years ago. Lisa and I hit it off, both attending Bible Study Fellowship in Goshen

Diane also called me one day last spring for no reason other than to say how much she enjoyed the column. That’s the kind of person she was. In August

Which is exactly where I’m writing from today. You see, when you sign up for the parenting gig, what you’re actually agreeing to is a 20-year debate extravaganza. Per kid.

I’ve shared with you often about the trials and tribulations of being the only girl in a house full of men, but what I hope I’ve communicated above and beyond

It all begins the day that little package arrives. They don’t call it labor for nothing. I don’t know about you, but my four didn’t exactly walk out. In fact,

The idea for this game has been percolating for years. Whether it’s simply the product of an overactive imagination or a fixation on assigning blame, I will let you be

By and large, the crowd that decimates our larder is relatively easy to please. One of their favorites, of course, is pizza. I’m no gourmet chef, but I make a