Ronda Rich


RICH: Hollywood gets the South wrong — again

Watching some movies set in Georgia, you’d think a screen writer has never visited the South.

RICH: Sticking together 150 years later

Sticking together 150 years later

RICH: The yarns of life

Something the other day took me back to a time, many years ago, when I followed the tight, winding roads of the mountains to present myself at the door of my maternal grandmother’s house.

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RICH: There’s something about having a pick-up truck

In the South, having a truck is akin to being free.

RICH: A father to remember

It happens all the time. Tink will meet someone new around where we live and, invariably, that person will mention my daddy.

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RICH: Remembering the great ones like Jim Lofton

There were several of these coaches who I found admirable, albeit sometimes gruff and rough-spoken. All refused to suffer fools or encourage them. I suppose it isn’t fair to single out one, but Jim Lofton always stood out.

RICH: Enough to bury me

My grandmother had a little, black, homemade pouch that stored carefully folded money. Daily, she tucked it inside her bra. “This oughta be enough to bury me,” she’d say.

RICH: The yankee and the pocket knife

Out of the hundreds of columns I have written, that one is, without question, a top 10 favorite. Especially for Southern men. In that essay, I wrote that the sexiest men drive pick-up trucks and carry pocket knives.

RICH: Sometimes a little info is too much

Occasionally, sleep will sneak away from me in the middle of the night. I will try not to get my mind going because once it takes off, it will wear me out with all its thinking.

RICH: Don’t want to die before I get read

The only thing that really scares me about dying, is thinking of all the good books yet to read.

RICH: Mama B: A most memorable mother

It was at lunch after a morning revival service last summer that a few of us sat around, munching on Southern casseroles and talking about one of the most memorable mothers any of us had ever known.

RICH: Making a point with a magazine cover

Don’t try to outwit a Southern woman when not properly armed for the battle.

RICH: Intersecting stories

Many times not only bloodlines, but stories overlap. It’s an ongoing puzzle of which story pieces fit together.

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RICH: The joy of good, old-fashioned book stores

I love shopping that is easy and requires no effort or gas. It is because of us that bookstores, built from brick and mortar, are disappearing. Especially the small, independent ones.

RICH: Memories of a childhood friend

When I was 6, the boy with hair the color of cotton and eyes tinted sapphire, came to live with us. He was the same age and size as I but more timid and less secure. Depending on the day, we were either best of friends or the worst of enemies.