Ronda Rich


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.

RICH: Nothing spreads faster than a rumor

There’s nothing like gossip to get the phones rining and get people talking.

RICH: Children are often the best teachers

RICH: Children are often the best teachers

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RICH: The reward and riches of poverty

My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don’t know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a hundred dollar bill in hand.

RICH: Boys will be boys

My husband is like a relentless teenager. When he wants something, he persists until it’s easier for me to say “yes” just to get him out of my hair.

RICH: A fire that left nothing but ashes and memories

It was hard not to see the ghosts in the blacken ashes, to hear their whisperings, or to recall the wisdom plied like a fine whiskey upon the ones who would listen and take note.

RICH: Miss Elinor’s thank you

It often amazes me how many words of kindness and encouragement I receive for the stories I tell. Often, a reader will write, “You don’t know me but I feel that we are friends.”

RICH: Everything works out if you let it

That is the gift of enough trials – you either break-down or learn to cope. But when you get old enough to be wise enough, you realize that everything works out, if you let it. Many of the things that are breaking our backs today won’t be remembered on down the road.