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The fall rains have come. For over a week, it’s been gloomy with spates of downpours, spits of drizzles, and pelts of snow, weather which...
Ethos. Logos. Pathos.
The musings of Rebecca Rhoads
Hello. Please be my guest for a short while. Let's put the noise of the world behind, kick back and chat over a good cup of coffee. I'll do my best to entertain and to provoke thought. I'll tell you stories that have been six decades in the making. And I hope I make your day a little brighter for having spent time with me.
The fall rains have come. For over a week, it’s been gloomy with spates of downpours, spits of drizzles, and pelts of snow, weather which...
Who doesn’t enjoy a calming walk along a country road? A nice stretch of the ol’ legs in fresh air is not only good for the body, but it...
Some of the most admirable and influential people in my life have been those who speak quietly, oftentimes without words. They go about...
The furor over Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter intrigues me. It reveals much about the state of our States where social media is...
Learning to swim was as essential as breathing in my family. Dad made sure of it, especially as he’d been the point of the spear in...
Another birthday, another year. I have much to be grateful for. I’ve often thought about people in less fortunate circumstances and try...
It’s a day for penning random thoughts. Such as dealing with our aging Bichon, Paco. Such as the prospect of The Leavings making the...
Ten days ago, I sent my latest manuscript to my hard-working agent. She has multiple manuscripts to read from her stable of clients. Mine...
It was nearly thirty years ago, but I clearly remember the woman who came to my care in the CCU. She’d been languishing on the medical...
What a lovely day to graze in the meadow, thought Bessie, the chestnut mare, as she trotted out the paddock gate. I hope I’m the first...
What a wonder to have unimpeded conversations again! Oh, the endless frustration of masks that distorted our voices such that simple...
I once had a thriving collection of Asiatic lilies in my perennial garden. Sweet-scented and often bold-colored, there are few flowers...
What is freedom? I pondered this upon hearing of Sebastian Junger’s new book, Freedom, wondering if people had different connotations of...
(This is a short story rather than my usual blog. It recently received fifth place in a competition sponsored by Reader's Digest - woo...
“The more things change, the more they remain the same.” Alphonse Karr, French novelist. The Danielson School, a one-room schoolhouse,...
I apologize for my lack of attention to you, dear blog. You see, I’ve been focused on so many other things that you have been neglected....
You will know them by their fruits . . . The world is full of narcissists. Narcissists use many tools to manipulate others. They...
The art of writing a good novel is not in telling the story, it is in the revisions. Stated more plainly, a story does not make a book...
(I haven't posted in a while, and this post diverges from previous themes. I hope it inspires the reader.) Today, I burned ten years of...
Today is Good Friday. Without being able to gather, Christians across the nation will be sharing communion via technology. It’s rather...