Stories
written by Ronne Rock
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...
OK, so I hadn’t really planned to post two recipes back-to-back. But this is a big deal. It’s a celebration Sunday. And that makes hanging out in the...
There are foods I know without a doubt will be in Heaven. Cotton candy. Biscuits from the Loveless Café. Potatoes served every way imaginable. And fruit.
It is in Him that we live and move and keep on living. Acts 17:28 (new life) I love this guy. He flew across the ocean last summer...
If there was a contest for bravest mom, I think mine would win. And while the list would include things like “left home and traveled halfway across the country...
It happens every time I travel to an unfamiliar place. Sitting in a van or a car or a bus, I find myself staring out the window –...
Maybe I’m defective. Because (sighs and looks down) I just really don’t like chocolate that much. It’s not that there’s anything WRONG with it, but without other things like...
His name was Robert. I don’t remember his last name, but he had a nice smile and a willingness to just sit and talk about life between classes our...
It’s easy to get caught up in trying to figure out if needs are real. I see a homeless woman begging on the street corner and question her motives....
More often than not, Jesus comes to us incognito. ~Ian Cron I still remember it. The first trip. The first day. The first orphanage. The first face....
“Mom, there are lunch box kids. And there are none lunch box kids. I want to be a lunch box kid.” At the age of 4, my son Ian...