Rhonda’s Blog

Here’s the deal. Yesterday evening when I went out to grill chicken, Little Apache #3 was heading out with me. When I told him to grab the matches, he said,

In the beginning, a mother endures sleepless nights and a demanding infant who dominates her schedule. Her world is filled with countless feedings and fresh spit-up on her shoulder not

At our house, the countdown to the Olympics provokes two distinctly different reactions. One of us sits poised, panting with excitement on the edge of her seat in anticipation of

Take, for instance, weeds. Yesterday I sent the middle two out to clean out the garden. After having weeded for me many times in the past, you’d think they would

Why, doggone it, can mothers never take a break from crisis praying, huh?? Always a fire to put out, or a fire that was just put out, or a fire

X-ray called yesterday and said that Jordan has a Bennett fracture and needs to see an orthopedist. Hopefully this means a cast and no surgery. If you want to see

I know this to be true because the men of the family played out this very scenario before our eyes on the Fourth. Instead of 3 men and 7 boys,

In some venues, the telling of injustices done and atrocities committed is called reporting. Hearing a serious story being related by, say, Tom Brokaw, lends a certain gravitas and legitimacy

This week it was my turn to pay some overdue attention to my own driving status. It was an alert customer service representative at a local store that pointed out

You don’t have to be a rocket scientist or a pointy-headed professor to know that wherever human paths cross, there lies the potential for conflict. Nowhere is this truer than