Ronda Rich


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RONDA RICH: Wrong time for 'write' time

THE DIXIE DIVA: Some days its hard to find time to make a living

It was somewhere near the end of summer when it just came to me that perhaps my writing days were over. That it was time to just give up the ghost and move on from making a living as a writer and just settle into handling daily problems.

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RONDA RICH: What Mama taught me

THE DIXIE DIVA: Knowledge stays alive, even after our parents are gone

There’s not a day goes by that I don’t think of Mama and do something the way she taught me to do it.

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RONDA RICH: Decisions seem to get harder with age

THE DIXIE DIVA: It is a blessing to know common-man philosophers

It is a blessing of a life to know common man philosophers. Those people, though not formally educated, who are plenty smart when it comes to sizing up life.

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RONDA RICH: Attention, conversation on aisle three

THE DIXIE DIVA: Shopping in silence just isnt the Southern way

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.

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RONDA RICH: Those old sports guys

THE DIXIE DIVA: The old pros were extraordinary storytellers

Once, in a press box in Athens after a Clemson-Georgia game, I watched a grizzled writer from South Carolina call in his story, eschewing any written word or premeditation. He made it up as he spoke and it was pure genius.

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RONDA RICH: Righteous marrying into the renegades

THE DIXIE DIVA: Southerners have a history of refusing to back down

My husband comes from a family of gentility and civility – neither of which have ever been ascribed to my Appalachian kinfolk.

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RONDA RICH: Southerners love nicknames

THE DIXIE DIVA: Nicknames are a show of affection

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.

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RONDA RICH: When Mama planned on dying

THE DIXIE DIVA: Home-going to heaven was always on her mind

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.

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RONDA RICH: It goes by so quickly

THE DIXIE DIVA: A friend of mine died at 94 and even he was not ready to go

It makes me reflective, even sad, to think of the periods of time I wished would hurry by and leave just a memory if it needed to leave anything behind at all.

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RONDA RICH: Remembering those who have passed

THE DIXIE DIVA: Looking ahead first requires looking back

When the New Year arrives every year, I, like most, look forward to the next 12 months filled with promise, opportunity, and a chance to reform from bad habits.

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RONDA RICH: O, Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches

THE DIXIE DIVA: Basking in the glow of Christmas

My love for Christmas trees continues. We have one in the bay window of the kitchen, one in the foyer at the bottom of the staircase, and one in our bedroom.

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RONDA RICH: It's hard to quit your raisin'

THE DIXIE DIVA: I admit I love to go barefoot

I have a story to tell and it requires that I own up to the fact that when I’m home, I’m barefoot in summertime and socks only in winter.

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RONDA RICH: Memories in the ashes

THE DIXIE DIVA: Things can be replaced, but not what those things represent

We stood in the charred remains of a life that once was – my sister and I – and said not a word. What was there to say?

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RONDA RICH: The legacy of Don Light

THE DIXIE DIVA: Don Light taught of you keep going, you will get the yes you are looking for

While Don Light leaves behind an admirable reputation, he leaves a legacy to those of us touched by his wisdom.

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RONDA RICH: When a man finds his destiny

THE DIXIE DIVA: I still shake my head in wonderment and marvel at the amazement of Gods plan

Inexplicably, destiny finds him. It threw itself into his path, tackled him, and when he stopped wrestling against the mighty force, saw he was staring right smack into the eye of what God had destined for him all along.