Stories
written by Ronne Rock
Day 32: Austin, Texas. We stood under the towering oak trees as the morning sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, whispering “new day, new mercy.” Grabbing work gloves, shovels and...
Day 31: Parking lot. “Wow, that photo. It’s beautiful – it looks like diamonds.” A filmmaker friend said that as he glanced through the images on my phone this...
Day 30: Arrington, Tennessee. If you were to look in the album “Beautiful Things” on my phone, you’d take a peek into a special heart-space of stories. The images...
Day 29: Solola, Guatemala. I had told the story only three times. Once in Jamaica. Once in Kenya. And now, in Guatemala. It was my story – of abuse...
Day 28: The Texas Hill Country. And the kitchen. it’s a thing we’ve done for a while now, the cooking and baking and feeding. It started with our own...
Day 27: Nevrincea, Romania. The abandoned cathedral was obscured by trees, her doorways guarded by stinging nettle. Her pews awaited visitors who walked away years ago. Spider webs were woven...
Day 26: Anywhere you are. (there’s something about a coffee cup that lets me breathe) This world is full of fury and flashes that weary a soul and leave...
Day 25: Bungoma County, Kenya. They sat on the sofa, looking cautiously at the cameras ready to take in every spoken word and subtle nuance of their story. He...
Day 24: St Petersburg, Russia. I met her in 2007 at Orphanage 2. People said it was the best place for the discarded to live, because the director there...
Day 23: Austin, Texas. We decorated the guest bedroom and fluffed the pillows on the sofa. And then we pondered what it a good after-school snack might be. I...
Day 22: Moore, Oklahoma. Her home was a beautifully welcoming place. She decorated it for every holiday, and her two spare bedrooms held all the things her grandsons and...
Day 21: Corrientes, Argentina. A ten-hour flight and 11-hour bus ride brought me to this place on the other side of the world – a province tucked away in...