by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea How can you tell it’s fall? The answer:  Pumpkins. Not necessarily pumpkins in the garden. No, it’s about much more than that. It’s pumpkins on every store shelf in every form you can think of—and some you never thought of. And some you’d rather not ever have…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea I’ve probably mentioned before that I don’t usually cook for the people I love. Because I love them. And while there’s much that could be said here about being hospitable, there are also a couple of sentences I could add about being “hospital-able”—which, I’m telling you, could…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea I’m a people person. To the extreme. So extreme that I’m often that seriously annoying kind of people-people-people-y person. That one. That’s me. Every time someone tells me that it takes a village, it doesn’t even matter much what we want the village to do, I come…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea Did you ever get a note from your child’s school and secretly hope it was about anything but a project?  Minor behavior infraction. Please let it be a minor behavioral infraction.  Oh, that four-word note that casts dread deep into the heart of a parent: SCIENCE NOTEBOOK…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea “You’re going to cover that, right?” Standard microwave-operating question. It’s actually more command than question. And I don’t think the answer should ever be “no.” Especially if it’s a lasagna reheat. Heating uncovered lasagna in the microwave leaves a tiny-little murder scene. Still, through the years—more than…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea Every time I’m reading something and find someone has misused words, I literally have a cow. (Literally? See what I did there?)   Of course, I know it’s hypocritical of me to have any kind of “beef” over someone else’s word blunders (and yes, I’ll try ease…