Ronda Rich

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: The South’s American queen

A reader from Minnesota recently wrote and, in her email, she mentioned that she lives near where the Mississippi River begins.There is no greater, more besotted fan of the Mississippi than I. Of course, I had questions.Where does it start?How deep and wide is it?
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: Sharing Thanksgiving

At first blush, this might seem like a Christmas tale, but soon, you will see the joy of Thanksgiving in it.When I left home to work in a land far away, Mama said, “I’ll give you the same advice my Daddy gave me when I left the mountains: Forget not to assemble thyself in the house of the Lord.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: How amazing it was

Even at the young age of 18, I watched it all in real time. And, though I was short on years and wisdom, I knew it was nothing short of amazing. There is a preface to this story. It isn’t fluff.It’s important to tell.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: God bless our military

Our friend, Levi Bowman, is a scion of the multi-awarded Isaacs, who are famous for their blood harmony in their bluegrass gospel group. His mother is Becky Isaacs Bowman.The Isaacs are the ONLY gospel group to be members of the respected Grand Ole Opry.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: The summer leaves

It’s the first two weeks of summer when the world is awhirl with different shades of green, blackberry winter has passed, and the days are warmed to perfection, which are particularly enchanting.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: School days

Sometimes when my husband, John Tinker, finishes writing a television script, he will skip down the stairs to find me.It’s funny, but I can tell his mood or what kind of news he is going to deliver by the gait he uses as he tumbles down the stairs.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: Tink’s perfection

Sometimes when my husband, John Tinker, finishes writing a television script, he will skip down the stairs to find me.It’s funny, but I can tell his mood or what kind of news he is going to deliver by the gait he uses as he tumbles down the stairs.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: Simple contentment

One fair summer evening, in the gloaming of the day, Tink and I were down at Mama’s, sitting in the yard swing.Not a lot was being said. We were just enjoying the quietness and watching the lightning bugs as they prepared for their nightly entertainment.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: Gunsmoke

Tink and I were in Los Angeles on business.That’s the only reason we go. We had a few hours between meetings.He said, “I’d like to take you out to the Radford lot.”Radford is a studio a bit off the beaten path from other studios.
Ronda Rich/Columnist

Ronda Rich/Columnist

Rich: The light of wisdom

By the time I was 21, my good parents had taught me much of what they knew. And, that was a lot. Some of it had been hard learned in the mountains, some came from town life, and some were just born in them.