Rhonda’s Blog

Numbers aren’t my thing. I mean, they’re really not my thing. Starting in elementary school, math was the bane of my existence. My medical records, in fact, list algebra as

It’s official. Not only have I hit the proverbial brick wall, I am now one with it. This unfortunate development comes at the conclusion of a whirlwind weekend. If there’s

In recounting the highlights and what impacted them, one phrase that Bob used repeatedly was “feet for the path that I’m on.”  The guide (their ‘rabbi’; they traveled as a

There were several things that struck me.  They are:  1.  I’m part of a greater root system. This isn’t a big revelation, exactly, but in the daily grind and the hurry and

Sigh. Do I have to say this again? Really? I’m starting to feel like a little one-woman band playing a one-note samba. We’re going into month four of this disaster

If you have a toddler and a TV, then you are intimately acquainted with Big Bird, Elmo, and the rest of the gang on Sesame Street. Every day, they focus

Last week, in honor of Father’s Day, I wrote about the one who gave me life and then graciously allowed me to keep it. This week, I’d like to honor

This is what I found when I came through the laundry room last night just after The Mister got home from the office. There’s a story here. If you’re a

This, after a raucous chase that led through the house, out the door, through the grass, over the tramp, and up into a tree.  Whereupon Little J, after being “treed”

Short and tall. Thick and thin. Loud and quiet. Doctor and carpenter. They come in all shapes, sizes, and dispositions. I don’t know what kind you had, but I do