Rhonda’s Blog

Just this week, he came home with a CD in his pocket, loaded with (swallowing hard) his senior pictures.  Eager, Mother flashed upstairs the next morning, tearing through them, smiling

Some events have transpired this week that have highlighted an area in our family life that needs attention.  A certain analyst (that would be me) has been picking up chatter

I’m seeing a trend here.  They’re all doing it, and if I want to hop in while there’s still time, I’d better get crackin’. It’s the presidential campaign.  Still a

I recalled the text that had come last Thursday, “Did you hear the bad news?  He was killed.” Surely everyone who received the terrible news that night thought instantly of

When we met later at yet another common love (Starbucks), we’d talked and talked, spinning happiness through the mocha-scented air, and then she dropped it, casual like, right there in

“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.  Santa Claus is coming to town.” Ok.  I heard that sniff.  But here we are, 10 months from last Christmas.  That equals

We’d traveled to another town to hear a concert with friends, and it was on the way home that the conversation took a turn.  We’d been talking the whole evening

The trees outside my window are turning.  Brilliant oranges and yellows mingle with greens.  Golden leaves blanket the lane, looking for all the world like a calendar picture. Opening the

They’d struck in the night, those thieves.  Entering unlawfully, they’d taken what was not theirs, disappearing, then, as silently as they’d come. The presence of the three armed officers said