Stories
written by Ronne Rock

(Damn) Good Buttercream for a Princess.

There are times you just need to put that “eating plan” aside and savor the moment. And this is a moment-maker. My friend Courtney and I call this frosting...

My List Keeps Growing.

I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine. ~Neil Armstrong   Quite a while back, I wrote about death– how...

Stealing Words.

We sat on the sofa, our feet sharing the colorful quilt that made the quiet evening feel safer. It had been so long since we had just sat beside...

When I Forgot Who I Am.

I forgot who I am. For just a moment, I forgot. The morning found me knowing. In a conversation with a friend, I spelled it all out clearly. I...

A Four-Letter Word.

 This week was a learning thing. I learned that people like to read things that include cuss words. I wrote about the reality of being a weary warrior and...

When Swears Aren’t Enough.

There are some days when swears aren’t enough. I stood in the shower, tears streaming down my face. The morning had already started off on a hard note, as...

Making Little of God’s Recipes.

I thought it would be about enough. But I was wrong. God spoke to Moses, “I’ve listened to the complaints of the Israelites. Now tell them: ‘At dusk you will...

God Doesn’t Swim.

It’s Easter. And Easter is a story unlike any other story. Because, while Jesus may have said, “It is finished,” on the cross, the story of the life that...

Where It’s Safe.

Where the fence is low, and the water is rising And the fire comes down, and the dark fills the skies in One foot on the ledge, one feeling...
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