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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.

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Let the sunshine in!

What a wonder to have unimpeded conversations again! Oh, the endless frustration of masks that distorted our voices such that simple...

Vile Creatures

I once had a thriving collection of Asiatic lilies in my perennial garden. Sweet-scented and often bold-colored, there are few flowers...

The Leavings

(This is a short story rather than my usual blog. It recently received fifth place in a competition sponsored by Reader's Digest - woo...

Bigger not always better

“The more things change, the more they remain the same.” Alphonse Karr, French novelist. The Danielson School, a one-room schoolhouse,...

Happy Little Things

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....

Ichabod

You will know them by their fruits . . . The world is full of narcissists. Narcissists use many tools to manipulate others. They...

Three Boxes of Justice

(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...

The Bread of Life

Today is Good Friday. Without being able to gather, Christians across the nation will be sharing communion via technology. It’s rather...

PANDEMIC PANDEMONIUM!

I knew we were in Michigan once we began seeing dead deer lining the road and lingering snow over dreary, brown grass. What a change from...

Places to Remember

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could spend a few years, even a decade, living in the place of your dreams? Perhaps the places you’ve...

By any other name . . .

Hubby and I were seated in a cafeteria, minding our own business and about to dig into our lunch. We were the only ones at the table and...

Paying attention

I can tell myself to focus a million times a day, and still abandon an important task for the next shiny thing. This has a name—ADHD—...

Not in a Box!

We were honored to be invited to eat Thanksgiving dinner with the family of a couple who live in the same condominium complex where we...

In Remembrance

There was a recent discussion on Facebook about the challenges the elderly face, in particular loneliness. In this holiday season, it's...

Couch Potatoes Not Allowed

"Did you get your hour of outdoor exercise today?” My father sternly repeated this inquisition as he looked from one child to the next. ...

CAUGHT!

Dinner parties were integral to the culture of the post war baby boom era of the 1950s and 1960s. If a couple had social standing, it...

 
 

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