
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...
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.
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...
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—...
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...
There was a recent discussion on Facebook about the challenges the elderly face, in particular loneliness. In this holiday season, it's...
"Did you get your hour of outdoor exercise today?” My father sternly repeated this inquisition as he looked from one child to the next. ...
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...
“Nothing good happens at night,” I said. Ron and I were watching the first minutes of an Amazon Prime series. As the scene progressed,...
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...
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,...
A peaceful sky over the cottages
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...
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...
Ever bite into a submarine sandwich and in the next instant realize you’ve bitten off far too much? The bread seems to mushroom into an...
The mare strained, her breaths coming in soft grunts, her swollen belly arched like a cathedral dome. She lifted her head and looked...
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...
“You should get yourself a girl.” I was overwhelmed with farm work, house work, tending a large garden and raising three rambunctious...
It happened. The invasion of the body snatchers. Deep in the darkest night, they came. I awoke and screamed. My body had been...
My younger sister and I don’t see eye to eye on politics, but we agree on this: we’re both ready to stop working so darn hard all the...
Letter writing is, unfortunately, a thing of the past just like the old car inside the ramshackle garage in today's photo. At one time I...
A lying tongue hates those it hurts, and a flattering mouth works ruin. Proverbs 26:28 There’s a brew pub in Sebastian, Florida, named...