Rhonda’s Blog

Dear Mr. Cash, I’m writing this letter today for two reasons.  I really want to thank you, and I owe you an apology. First off, let me just say, Mr.

What about Michael Jordan’s mother?  Did she rue the day she bought her little boy his first indoor basketball hoop, the kind that fits on the top of the door? 

Ever notice that many of the things we know we should do just aren’t much fun? Or that the things we know we shouldn’t do are lots of fun? And

On Wednesday, Gabe and I went on a “‘benture (adventure).” While Mama spoke to the Kiwanis Club at the Essenhaus, he went to Aunt ‘Risa’s house, tiny tin Bob the

It’s writing day today.  Which means that once more, I packed my books and dreams in that burgundy backpack, grabbed my keys and phone, and headed south.  We drove in silence

I’ve always been a “words” girl.  Since at least age six when I began my love affair with newspapers, reporting the day’s news to my startled parents, I’ve been a

Knowing that at least one other contingent from our community was also in the area, we murmured to one another, speculating that perhaps the northerners had brought the snow along. 

Speaking of white…that would be white as in snow.  Lots and lots of snow.  The kind that shouts, “Snow emergency!” and can get you a ticket if you try running

One of my favorite prayers that I offer up when making a decision or thinking of the future is this:  “Lord, open all the right doors and close all the wrong ones.” 

If you know our family, whether through friendship, family ties, or simply by reading the column or blog, you know of the unexpected gift we received 4-1/2 years ago.  Thinking