Rhonda Rhea

1 month ago | mbcpathway.com | Rhonda Rhea

Why is it when someone compliments me on what I’m wearing, I’m uncontrollably compelled to offer at least one piece of trivia about it? “Thanks, I found it on clearance for $14.99 at that little shop on Main.” “Thanks, it’s got pockets!” “Thanks, I almost didn’t wear it because it’s dry-clean-only and I want pizza.”No one wants those details. It was a compliment, not a summons to testify in federal court. Yet I’m bound by some weird, irresistible law of the compliment/trivia exchange. Why?

Mar 20, 2025 | mbcpathway.com | Rhonda Rhea

I remember when I was a young night owl, poking merciless fun at any and all of the early birds in my life. What did they even get out of early-birding? Worms? I’ll take the extra sleep, thanks. Then I became an adult, and guess what happened. Nope, not that. Because, still not an early bird. But in a strange irony, not a night owl either. Present-day me would like a flock in the middle. Isn’t there a medium rare bird? Wait no, that sounds like a terrible idea.

Mar 7, 2025 | blueridgeconference.com | Rhonda Rhea |Heather Kreke

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRheaI’m going to be honest here, I’m the kind of person who would like to get a new car every year. It’s not about having a fancy car, mind you. I don’t really care about that. The reason I need a new one is that unless the car is new, I have no real way of knowing how many fries are between the seats. One potato, two potato…I really don’t know. I only know it has to be too, too many potatoes. A few months in, can it even be called a potato anymore? Also, what’s that smell?

Feb 7, 2025 | blueridgeconference.com | Rhonda Rhea |Heather Kreke

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRheaI’m all kinds of thankful that alarm clocks have come a long way. And by “come a long way,” I mean we hardly use them anymore. We now have phones to awaken us with our favorite song. Or a verse, a mantra, a cheer. Or with church bells. Or with hot coffee. Well probably not that last one. Yet. Waiting for an app for that. I’m hoping it’ll have a bacon feature. Waking up to those alarm clocks of yester-year was the equivalent of waking up to a tornado siren.

Jan 27, 2025 | mbcpathway.com | Rhonda Rhea

Someone called me Super Woman the other day, and I received it. Practically caped it. It was completely undeserved and the cape altogether ill-fitting, and still: received it. Just so’s you know though, anytime I’m acting like I have everything all together, feel free to remind me that sometimes I still sing the song to find my way to the book of Ezra (she said, trying to smooth out the cape-wrinkles). I wonder if I’ve always been this…this…what’s the word? “Layered” maybe? Public me. Private me.