Rhonda’s Blog

Observing all this hoopla and listening to some of the speeches got me thinking about our own governmental structure. See, in our world, Mr. Schrock is the president. It was

At our household, the Crier in Chief (that would be me) presented with such a classic case of mixed emotions that a psychologist would have a field day, trying to

After watching the Olympics for a number of years now, I’ve begun to notice an interesting phenomenon. Seeing athletes of this caliber perform on a world stage with such seeming

A less common sight in this area is a wheat field. Every time I pass one and see those golden stalks waving in the breeze, I am instantly transported back

With a combined 44 years of parenting under my belt, you would think that any naïve and idealistic views I once had about the job would have been skewered by

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