Stories
written by Ronne Rock
I think the world would be a better place if what-nots were an official afternoon snack. When my friend Susie and I get together, things happen. A quiet afternoon...
I’ve been pondering a lot lately. Maybe it’s the time of year. It seems things just get more “real” when summer starts to wind down. Or maybe it’s all...
So I guess it’s time for a confession. I deceived my husband. OK, so maybe “deceive” is too strong a word. But I may have – just perhaps –...
Praise the Lord and sing loudly to Him – big songs of praise to Him. It’s only right – it’s so very good. He builds a beautiful house and...
So, I’ve fed my feelings. Now I’m feeding my friend Susie’s. Her youngest daughter is off to college tomorrow. I remember exactly what that felt like – I was...
I am feeding my feelings. Don’t judge me. At least I’m feeding them lovely things. I had every intention of writing about a delightful little vegan dish I love,...
We’ve got company at CasaRock! And that deserves a sweet welcome. You see, this isn’t just any company – our friends who are missionaries in Argentina are enjoying a...
If a grocery list includes powdered sugar, chocolate, butter, oatmeal – plus fairy dust, ribbons, Sharpies, and craft sticks – I know it’s going to be the start of...
Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be compassionate. Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to the place where...
Rubber ducks joined us for breakfast this morning. They spoke a language we didn’t understand, but that was OK. They still received a warm welcome and a bite of...
I tell folks I read cookbooks like romance novels and think recipes are love stories. And all it takes is a peek on my Flipboard to see that I’m...
I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine. ~Neil Armstrong I wrote once about how the idea of death...