As a personal history writer, Rhonda helps people turn their memories into a keepsake personal memoir or business history book.
She makes her home in sunny Palm Desert, California.
Category Archives: Memories
I’ve voted in every election for which I was eligible. The voting age changed from 21 to 18 in time that I was eligible one election earlier than I would have been. I’ve always considered the right to vote an … Continue reading
Most evenings, my husband and I share a glass of wine by the fire. When it’s cold, that fire is in our fireplace. When it’s not cold (or not too cold), the fire is in our firepit outside. As we … Continue reading
My grandchildren were playing happily outside one afternoon when a little pushing ensued. They were taking turns going down the slide, but that turned into a race to see who could get to the top first. The little one was … Continue reading
Once I finally convinced him to marry me, I would have been happy with a cigar band. But no, not him. He sold jewelry when he was in college. We needed to find a wedding band he had never sold or … Continue reading
I had no early experience with football. I grew up in a house with no men. Then, in seventh grade, my new school had a football team. And my Big Crush was on the team! I became a football fan. … Continue reading
I love the books I read. I’m always in the middle of a few books. I read real books and eBooks and I listen to audio books. Now, I read a lot of memoirs, but I’ve always appreciated a good … Continue reading
One morning last week, my four-year-old granddaughter and I were at the breakfast table talking about family. “Who is your mommy?” she asked. “Grandma Barbara is my mommy.” “I have a Grandma Barbara, too.” “I know; she’s my mommy.” “Who’s … Continue reading
This is a picture of me when I was three years old. Looking at the picture, you might think I was a somber child. Honestly, though, somber is a word that has never been used to describe me, especially when … Continue reading
I have an aunt who is my age. Growing up, we lived in the same household and were raised as sisters. Our family moved often, so we were usually the new kids in the neighborhood. Sometimes, it was really nice … Continue reading