Rich: The beautiful sisters

When I was in junior high, I discovered three beautiful sisters in high school. Connie, Sharon, and Vicki.Occasionally, I had a class in the high school hall and one of the beauties would float by while I, clinging to my books, stared, star-struck.

Rich: The dinner table

It’s just a memory now.And, perhaps I won’t recall it precisely because of the decades that have passed, but I will tell it as best I can.I was what people used to call a “late in life child,” so my siblings were much older.

Rich: The family we became — part 2

Nashville suburb, the two superbly talented families came together and produced a night of such startling magic that I frequently held my breath. Guitars were pulled out and blood harmonies — a sound created only by people who share the same DNA — twinkled like crystal through Becky’s living room.

Rich: The family we became – part one

During the years of our lives, we will know extraordinary days sprinkled with laughter; ordinary days touched by a blessing or two, and, less happily, days that are filled with tribulation or just plain annoyance.But, the magical days?

Rich: What a year

A new year has begun, and I'm very happy. Good riddance to 2025.The Good Book instructs, “Pride goeth before destruction.” My pride almost killed me this year.All my life, I have enjoyed good health. Yet, I never appreciated it as it is meant to be appreciated. In fact, I bragged about it.

Rich: The story of Him

Years ago, a Harper-Collins editor called my agent.“Could we interest Ronda in writing about the strong faith of Southern women?” he asked. “My mother was Southern. I’ve never met a family more entrenched in the gospel than Mom’s.

Rich: Special occasions

I never knew my friend’s Aunt Elsie. Still, the valuable lesson she taught me will never be forgotten.Miss Elsie died a while back in her tiny Alabama town, having lived to be 81. Her grandest adventure happened over 30 years ago when she went to see a cousin in Memphis.

Rich: The South’s American queen

A reader from Minnesota recently wrote and, in her email, she mentioned that she lives near where the Mississippi River begins.There is no greater, more besotted fan of the Mississippi than I. Of course, I had questions.Where does it start?How deep and wide is it?

Rich: Dill and me

It was in the Springtime, some 20-odd years ago, that I was headed to the Georgia coast for a speaking engagement.My phone rang. This was in the glorious days before texting had rudely invaded our lives.The most beautiful, lilting voice replied to my “Hello?

Rich: Sharing Thanksgiving

At first blush, this might seem like a Christmas tale, but soon, you will see the joy of Thanksgiving in it.When I left home to work in a land far away, Mama said, “I’ll give you the same advice my Daddy gave me when I left the mountains: Forget not to assemble thyself in the house of the Lord.