Stories
written by Ronne Rock
As I write this little letter, Brad is stoking the fire in the living room. He’s got a pot of chili cooking, which heralds cold weather and something that...
In the days in-between the glorious moments of beautiful birth and humble offering, the days before what had been promised and prophesied was revealed to all – the world...
Does anyone else have an entire section of their freezer dedicated to cranberries?
(crickets)
OK, then. But when there's a global shortage of these amazing water-logged delights, you'll know who to...
One of the saddest days in my life was when my nutritionist said I would do well do stay away from a list of things like gluten and soy...
There's one thing that will never be said about me when I'm gone:
"That girl never gave Brussels Sprouts a chance."
Now, should you accept my invitation to find rest at...
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you've likely already read my confession about Thanksgiving, so you know that my goal this year is to blend Thanksgiving and...
It's been a while since I've gotten to really enjoy time in the kitchen at CasaRock. But the holidays are here, and I'm ready to have folks at the...
I fell into the pages of Charlotte's Web at 9 years old, and read the entire book in one sitting. And then I read it again, dreaming myself far...
I once wrote a little essay to a woman turning 30. Aptly enough, it was entitled, "30 Things to Learn from a Woman over 50." It was filled with...
Fifteen years is a lifetime for my friend’s daughters now in middle and high school. It’s almost half of my son’s life story. It’s a portion of my marriage....
Hi there. This is a little something for you - something I've been working on for a bit with precious friend who is finding just the right image to...
“Wait, I know you,” a stranger said as her eyes gleamed a familiar approval. “You’re Ian’s mom.” I smiled and peeked back at Ian and Gina, and then looked...