Rhonda’s Blog

Being the only girl in a houseful of men is an interesting deal, to say the least.  There are no ribbons.  There are no Barbies.  There are no ponytails. Another thing

Did we ever!  Oh, did we ever.  Mind our P’s and Q’s, that is. For nine days, we ‘minded’ the one small prince and the two tiny queens that came to

I’m sure my eyebrows spiked upward, hovering somewhere high above my keyboard when I heard him say it.  It was just another day in my home office, and I was

“It was a dark and stormy night.  Suddenly, a shot rang out.” 

Hitting the halfway mark, I turned around, heading back down the slight incline and thinking about the course.  This year, I’d stretched it out, jogging past the place where I

Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”

It came on an ordinary day, the missive did.  Somewhere around nine, an envelope of white with a stamp in the right upper corner was quietly dropped into the box

“Lord, please let me go see the babies.” It’d been almost three years since we’d been home (that being the wheat fields of Kansas), and I was feeling it.  My

For nearly four years, I’ve been writing about – well, life.  Life through my funny eyes.  And for nearly four years, you’ve laughed along.  You’ve cheered our ups (potty training)