Ronda Rich

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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: When time melts away

It was over Sunday dinner that my sister told me what I did not know. A childhood friend, the red-headed, freckle-faced girl with laughing eyes and the brightest sense of humor possible, was sitting vigil with her husband as death crept close.

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.

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