Ronda Rich


RICH: The definition of ‘good ol’ boy’

I’m always suspicious when Yankees talk about rednecks because they’re bad to clump all Southerners into that category.

RICH: Of good deeds and repayment in different forms

Old, proud men are more worried about pulling their own weight than getting something for nothing.

RICH: Grocery store is as good as place as any for a nice conversation

It is, I believe, a distinct and unique trait of the South the way we carry on long conversations with people we are passing in the loaf bread section of the grocery store or in the checkout line.

RICH: Remembering my old, grizzled sports writing friends

I loved those old sports writers. They were rilliant at that their craft, and each was kind to a young, prissy girl thrust into their midst.

RICH: Plenty of renegades in my family tree

My ancestors were taught to shoot first and ask questions later.

RICH: Southerners love a good nickname

For some reason, Southerners, more than any other region, love nicknames. It’s really a show of affection when we care enough to bestow a nickname rather than call a person by his Christian name.

RICH: A Southernly introduction

You probably think that this story is about my citified husband from California learning to milk a cow. It is not. This is about how a Southerner makes an introduction, especially when there’s a connection of some kind.

RICH: Mama had a plan for everything, even dying

For at least 20 years, maybe 25, Mama planned her home-going to heaven. Not a week – and sometimes not a day – went by when she did not use her impending date with mortality in some way.

RICH: It all goes by so fast

The early part of our lives seems to drag. Christmas and birthdays are too slow to come and are the only days that pass too quickly. High school math class is a preview of eternity and a week of being grounded for some teenage infraction feels like six months.

RICH: Looking back before moving forward

As the new year approaches, I’d like to take a minute and reflect on the lives of three people who impacted me deeply.

RICH: Oh, the joys of a Christmas tree

There aren’t many things that thrill me as much as getting and enjoying my Christmas tree.

RICH: There’s no escaping your roots

I went barefoot as a girl and still like doing so today.

RICH:The legacy of Don Light

Many people have crossed the path of my life but only one crossed it from three different directions. Don Light, one of Nashville’s most admired powerbrokers and star makers, was meant to be part of my life. I said this repeatedly because I encountered him through friends in country music, Southern gospel and NASCAR racing.

RICH: When a man finds his destiny

Sometimes a man, despite his best efforts, doesn’t find his destiny. Try as he might, down through the earnest years of his life, he chases it and can even believe he has it, only to awaken one morning and discover he doesn’t. That what he has is an illusion, a mirage that he tried to turn into reality.

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RICH: Cooking with a friend for Thanksgiving

It started accidentally. Some good ideas and memorable moments are like that. They aren’t planned. They’re born, bringing with them an ability to nudge a way naturally into our lives and become a tradition.