Intrusive Thoughts

Intrusive Thoughts

By Rhonda Stinson Whoops, I did it again—more chickens! A friend asked me if I wanted thirteen chickens. I took two beauties and gradually introduced them to my other hens. The hens were not accepting of the two newbies. They pecked them until I couldn’t stand...
It’s Out of Control

It’s Out of Control

By Rhonda Stinson There is a 10-foot hedge in our front yard that grows larger each year. I decided it was time to cutback the out-of-control hedge. Thankfully, the limbs were thick enough for me to lean the extension ladder, climb to the top, and trim the upper...
Fractured, But Not Forever

Fractured, But Not Forever

By Rhonda Stinson As I sat waiting in the doctor’s office, I watched the fish swimming around in the gigantic tank that rested next to my seat. I find it interesting to observe how living creatures react to one another and to the world around them. Finally, my...
A Lust for Youth

A Lust for Youth

By Rhonda Stinson “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” As of late, I have noticed signs of aging. My skin is now wrinkling, my bones hurt, my muscles ache, and my eyes are dimming. It’s hard to watch the effects of time degrade our fleshly human...
Where Is Your Focus?

Where Is Your Focus?

By Rhonda Stinson When I was young, my parents taught me lessons that have become very valuable in adulthood. I remember dad teaching me and my brothers the ins and outs of using a gun. He told us over and over, “Never ever point a gun at anyone.” He said...