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Welcome to my blog

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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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...

Let it shine!

“Nothing good happens at night,” I said. Ron and I were watching the first minutes of an Amazon Prime series. As the scene progressed,...

Where did the day go??

I’d guess most of us ask ourselves this question at least once a week, if not more frequently. My day goes something like this: roll...

Blissfully Unplugged

To all things there is a season and a time . . . Ecclesiastes 3:1 It is September eighteenth. I am in a cabin in the Upper Peninsula,...

Fish Tales

The water slurped against the side of the canoe making it rock ever so slightly. The sky overhead was impossibly blue, the air pure. I...

Powerful and Silent

I am a nurse although no longer working as one. I have many fond memories of my time at the bedside. I also have disturbing memories of...

Nothing for Supper

I was in our local Lucky’s Market a few months ago looking for a protein powder. Everyone at Lucky’s is super helpful, so I wasn’t...

Hurtful Ignorance

“You should get yourself a girl.” I was overwhelmed with farm work, house work, tending a large garden and raising three rambunctious...

Resistance is futile

It happened. The invasion of the body snatchers. Deep in the darkest night, they came. I awoke and screamed. My body had been...

 

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