Rhonda’s Blog

“Really?” I say. “Nothing happened?” “Nope.” Out of curiosity I decided to keep a record this week of what really goes on here in the course of a normal, boring

There would be no need for a team of experts, you see, if I could just control the remote. We all know, however, that men are born with a remote

If you haven’t been through this whole thing of having a baby way on behind, it’s hard to explain how surreal it feels to go back and do this all

“The ladies go loco for a brother in a polo.” Jamison, 12/07. Perhaps he thinks a polo showcases his muscles to advantage? He informed me once that a guy’s muscles

One thing that was so relaxing about our holidays was the quiet and the lack of rush. As recounted in a previous column, the Schrock festivities were held at Thanksgiving.

In our household, the boys take the word “vacation” literally. To them it is defined as “the absence of any activity that could remotely be construed as work.” Never mind

This is the story of a baby named Gabey. I share it with you now because it all began in the midst of the lights and the carols and the

For the rest of us, we really start getting pumped when we hit the tree lot. You see, there is far more at stake here than just getting a tree

I can tell the instant he has met up with another runner when we’re out in public. A feverish light appears in his eye. In an amazing show of solidarity,

Personally, our holiday festivities began in a rather inauspicious manner. If you really must know why we were late for the turkey, I guess I’ll tell you. We were at