Rhonda’s Blog

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Feb 08, 2022

“Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers”

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

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Jan 29, 2022

For every suffering “when,” a glorious “then”

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.

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Jan 25, 2022

Through a frosted glass, His eye

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

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Jan 19, 2022

At first glance, “Don’t judge”

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

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Dec 28, 2021

“What if” it’s the year of no shame?

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

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Dec 27, 2021

For the one with dry bones, “What if?”

It was the year of the lemon. Of all of the official family trees, it was the worst. The slightest sneeze from another room, a stamp of the foot upon

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Dec 21, 2021

What Twila Knows

The door slams. The bottom 50% of the boys (i.e., numbers three and four) are leaving to run errands. Sounds of the season, they stream from the Bose, and the

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Dec 18, 2021

A note to difficult children of any age

I write this little post for the one who is known as a difficult child. You’ve been on my mind for days now, and a message has been forming for

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Dec 13, 2021

Why I bring my small stone

It was two years ago this past autumn. The country was in turmoil. The national conversation was riddled with vitriol. Emotions burned hot and red like a California fire. The

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Dec 09, 2021

The gift she has to give

It’s a cold December day. Over my head, gunmetal-gray clouds blanket the sky. Like unsmiling palace guards, they’re preventing the merest hint of the sun. For now, they are blocking

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