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Ronda Rich: Can you bush hog?Daddy used to say that when most people ask, “How’re you doin’?” they don’t really care. It’s just something they say to make conversation. Ronda Rich: The beauty of beauty queensHidden somewhere in the newspaper one day – a tiny news blurb used to fill a hole – was the story of a teenage Louisiana beauty queen whose crown had been repossessed by pageant officials after her brush with the law. Ronda Rich: Food for thoughtWhen she first brought it up, mentioning it in passing more than anything else, I thought she was joshing, so I shrugged it off with a smile. Fortunately, I did not make any wisecrack that I would now regret. Ronda Rich: Thank you, but no thank youA while back, my friend, Reita, called and began the conversation with a hasty apology. Her brother had died unexpectedly so I had baked a cake and carried it over to the family. Ronda Rich: Patterns of my regretPerhaps you’ve seen the t-shirt emblazoned with, “I Was A Millionaire Until Mom Gave Away My Baseball Card Collection.” Ronda Rich: I now have a namesakeTo truly appreciate the irony of this story, you must first know that my history with chickens is colorful and much ballyhooed to the point of being family legend. It has never been an easy relationship between me and those feathery foes of mine. Ronda Rich: The beauty of dirt roadsThere is something about dirt roads that whistle to me like a siren’s call. A dirt road beckons and I answer. I cannot resist its allure. Ronda Rich: Sofia and the family reunionDown in Milledgeville, Ga., there is a lovely woman named Sophia who is a fan of this column. In turn, she is a supporter and friend of mine. Ronda Rich: Watch out for the Bible warriorsWhen I learned that a friend had decided to plunge himself into the political world and run for office, I thought it prudent to offer two pieces of solid advice. Ronda Rich: Sticking togetherOne night at the supper table, my brother-in-law took a teasing jab at me over a sour business deal. I was plenty aggravated at the people with whom I had dealt and Rodney, who is quick to spot an Achilles heel, had pinched a bit hard. Ronda Rich: The Colonel and JuniorLouise and Selena, being the genuine Southerners they are, both had a hankering for fried chicken. And I, of course, knew just where to find the perfect recipe. Ronda Rich: Needed: A mama for my sisterWhen Mama, my last surviving parent, died, I was orphaned, so my sister, Louise, stepped up and took charge. Of course, it could be argued that she had been looking for a way for years to take over and help run my life. That is only partially true. What is completely true and without one iota of fabrication is that she genuinely and sincerely wanted to fill that empty void that I felt so keenly in my life. Ronda Rich: Gathering for Sunday dinnerIt is a tradition on Sundays for my sister to load her table with food and fill her house with family and friends. We all come spilling in from our various points of origination. Some of us have been to early church and Sunday School, some slept later and made it to Sunday School and late church, while my brother-in-law has been to early church, Sunday School and late church. He is devoted. Ronda Rich: Easter: The dawning of a new seasonOne of the things that always excites me about Easter is that it kicks off the spring and summer season so Sundays, until Labor Day weekend, will be the stuff of which memories are made. Especially for kids. Ronda Rich: The curse of being the ‘R’ wordThere is a childhood friend who is very dear to me, our lives having been tangled together in one way or another like kudzu clinging to a chain-link fence. Ronda Rich: Skirting the issueThe occasion was an anniversary party, one of those events where you dress a bit fancier than Sunday clothes but not as fancy as Saturday night shindig clothes. Ronda Rich: Gentle tales of a gentle womanIn the sleepy Southern town of Selma, Ala., there is no denying that history has visited in times past and made its memorable mark. To enter into the town from the interstate, it is necessary to cross the Edmund Pettis Bridge, made famous by the march of the civil rights protesters. Ronda Rich: Don’t mess with my pocketbookDixie Dew didn’t notice, but I did. She was too busy sniffing grass and prancing her bigger-than-it-should be tail while I was casually observing life during an afternoon walk. Ronda Rich: Brandon’s finally impressedBrandon, the smart young man who has worked for me for years, isn’t impressed by much at all. He’s remarkably level-headed, so fame or celebrity bounces him like one of Penelope Ann’s biscuits bounces off the floor. Ronda Rich: Keep the good news comingI love small-town newspapers. I’m all for hometown journalism that is the core of communities and the heart of their citizens. Ronda Rich: Obituary writersIt was an interesting brief I saw in a newspaper industry bulletin the other day. A reporter from one of the South’s largest newspapers won the top prize from the Society of Professional Obituary Writers Awards. Ronda Rich: Mama and the freezersMandatory to my mama’s generation was the ownership of a deep freezer and a sewing machine. These, remember, were people who believed in self-reliance and independence. You grew what you ate, you froze or canned it and you sewed what you wore. Ronda Rich: Driving with prosShould the opportunity ever arise for you to deal with a bona fide race car driver on anything having to do with driving a car, you might benefit from lessons I’ve learned. Let me share them. Ronda Rich: Blue jeans and hemsIt all started at the beauty shop. Most of women’s troubles that don’t begin with men begin at the beauty shop. But then you knew that. Ronda Rich: Dixie Dew, the heiressWhen Dixie Dew’s beloved babysitter up and went to heaven, I found myself in a quandary: What was I going to do about childcare when I traveled? Ronda Rich: Scotch-Irish recyclingMy brother-in-law, Rodney, the wizard of wisecracks in our family, was sitting at the island in my kitchen, watching as I put away food from a Sunday School get-together. Ronda Rich: Stories from then and nowWhen I was a child and given to daydreaming as children often are, I dreamed of what I would be when I grew up. I wanted to be strong, courageous, glamorous and well-traveled. And more than anything, I wanted to tell stories. Ronda Rich: Mississippi is callingMississippi was calling my name the other day, beckoning me softly to pay a visit to the land that often comforts me. Ronda Rich: Dieting, cooking & prayingPublisher’s Weekly, an industry trade publication for the book publishing industry, is always full of interesting tidbits. Annually, it publishes the number of books sold for each title that sold over 100,000 copies in one year. I am always interested to see how these numbers shape up. Ronda Rich: Black-eyed peas and collards: They workNow, I’ve been telling y’all for a few years about the importance of eating your black-eyed peas and collard greens on New Year’s Day and how by doing so, you’ll have more money in the coming year. |