Ronda Rich's blog

Newspapers need us; we need them

Tue, 23 Feb 2010 16:42:28 -0500

In the home in which I grew up, the daily newspaper was almost as important to our everyday lives as the Bible.

Daddy came home every night, finished his supper – which Mama brought to him on a tray as he relaxed in his favorite recliner – then picked up the paper and read every page.

Dixie grits meet Las Vegas glitz

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 16:21:01 -0500

Like any self-respecting Southerner, it’s hard for me to pass up reading a well-written obituary. Especially when it runs in the Wall Street Journal and begins with she was “a dash of Southern class in a raucous old boys club.”

Comforts of simple things

Tue, 09 Feb 2010 17:08:04 -0500

It is the absence of simple things that has made life so complicated. Those simple things cost nothing yet can make you feel like a million bucks.

Ghosts of Southerners past . . .

Tue, 02 Feb 2010 16:08:59 -0500

When our friendship was new and still most interesting, Poet sought to impress me. But when the new wore off, Poet cast me into the ring with his other friends who are familiar and comfortable so there is no longer a need to impress.

If you can’t tell a story, then just be quiet . . .

Tue, 26 Jan 2010 15:48:09 -0500

There is a friend I have who cannot, for the life of her, tell a story.

Sadly, she thinks she can.

This often leads to drawn out phone conversations, dinners and afternoons over coffee that can be nothing less than a yawning bore.

The allure of full moons

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 16:25:03 -0500

For some reason, I’ve always loved full moons. Every time I see one, I stop in my tracks, fully absorb and appreciate its beauty and then thank the good Lord that I lived to see another beautiful full moon.

Entourage encounter

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 16:34:16 -0500

It’s true. Some things you have to see to believe. And then, even though you’re certain of the reliability of your own eyes, you don’t believe it.

Wayward pup brings some tears

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:26:30 -0500

Funny how situations in life can slip up on you and turn your feelings completely around.

Sometimes it’s downright tragic.

2010: The Year of Me

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:25:08 -0500

Unlike many people, I’m not a maker of New Year’s resolutions. Mainly because when I see the need for change or improvement, I resolve to fix it then, even if it’s July 23 or Oct. 1. I don’t wait until the first of the year.

Christmas gift: NYC

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:59:16 -0500

Last year’s best present was from neither friend nor loved one. It was gifted to me by life: One of those rare lessons that grows more beautiful in memory as time passes.

The beauty shop and the beast

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:33:14 -0500

Every trip to the beauty shop is, for me, an adventure in some way. And, without fail, it’s immensely entertaining.

The angel & the Poet

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:30:16 -0500

It wasn’t intended to be a long conversation, but I should have known better than that. No call to Poet is ever abbreviated.

Me & Zell, 2 old souls

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:20:25 -0500

Sometimes two old souls can find each other and form a friendship that is anchored in rock-solid respect and like thinking.

I’m giving thanks for characters

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:18:47 -0500

Thanksgiving is a time to come together and celebrate a family’s beloved characters, the ones who give us many stories to declare and laughter to share.

Don’t wink at Queen

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:08:35 -0500

In Belfast, in the stunningly gorgeous building dedicated by Prince Edward in 1932 (he who abdicated), where the Northern Ireland Assembly convenes, I learned why I can never be president of the United States.