Stories
written by Ronne Rock
You never say a word. But goodness, can you stare. Everywhere I go in my house, I feel your eyes looking at me. Four of them. Dreamy little pools...
My kitchen is covered in cocoa and sugar, thanks to a wayward bowl that mysteriously jumped off the counter, doing a lovely swan dive as it fell in slow-motion....
In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” James 1:21MSG The single beautiful blossom greeted me at the Jamaica School...
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
We stood in the kitchen of one of the apartments at Eagle’s Nest. For many of the women, it was more like a castle – there was running water,...
As I write this, the sun is rising over volcanos in Guatemala. In the distance, Fuego (one of the largest and most active) occasionally greets the land with a...
We’ve got a bun in the oven. And CasaRock is celebrating. I couldn’t let National Biscuit Month slip away without paying honor to one of the most fun carbohydrates...
Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious. ~Reichl There’s something about a little kid eating spaghetti that makes my heart melt....
Maybe it’s because I shunned them as a child, mocking their taste and treating them like the misfit offspring of their larger and less attractive lookalike, cabbage. But now,...
It was a rather purposeful accidental thing. I sat in the dark technical booth in the back of the room, with a lighting board to my left and a...
This isn’t a language lesson. But it is a story of the power of social media, friendship, and kitchen therapy. My friend Angela lives in Moscow and works for...
Today, I marked something off my adventure list. You know the one. The list of things I want to do to remind myself I’m fully alive. Reach into the...