I rushed through the front door with a carton of Rocky Road ice cream in my hand. “I know you all don’t really like chocolate, but I wanted Rocky Road,” I told my hosts who were sitting in the living room. They looked at me in dismay. “Did we say we didn’t like chocolate? Are…
Author: renaissancerebecca
Lessons From A Four Year Old
It was the shoes that first caught my attention. They lined both sides of three wide steps which led up to platform on which sat a tent. A sign on the top step said, “Please leave shoes here,” and people had – sandals, boots, flip-flops, sneakers. What was this place? Could I go in? Any…
Changing My Mind
I am very good at completely changing my opinion on something – sometimes in the space a few seconds, sometimes in a few years. Example #1: In college I remember thinking, “I could never date a vegetarian. I wouldn’t know what to cook for him.” A dozen years later I’m not dating a vegetarian –…
Smoking Hot
In the junior high cafeteria, I sat alone every lunch period. I knew no one and no one seemed interested in getting to know me. I had braces, no fashion sense, and a body that was all out of proportion. I ate my lunch as fast as I could without making eye contact, then stuck…
Synchronicity
Many of you know that I was hired by Busted Halo to write blog posts from the Camino this past Spring. If you’re curious as to how this previously-unpublished writer got such an opportunity, I just published an article about how it all happened here. Enjoy:)
Changing Tastes
I scoured the shelves on the door of the refrigerator. Dijon mustard! Score! I smiled as I squirted it into an empty salad bowl. I hate mustard. But I always have some in my fridge to make this very dressing – one that I loved from the moment I tasted it sitting in my host…
The First of the Month
The air was too cold. The pillows were too fluffy. Really Rebecca? I just spent forty days sleeping in a different bed each night – each with a different pillow. Some with no pillow. And now here I was in a huge house overlooking the Western North Carolina mountains, sleeping in the Master Bedroom which…
The Community Cup
I wandered over to the demonstration area just in time to see a woman slicing up a chocolate tart. This being a Wine and Food Festival, I figured she was giving out slices. Before I could ask for one, however, another woman slid in beside me and reached for a plate. She was immediately, but…
The Joys of Living in Asheville
As I turned a corner in the grocery store, I saw a gentleman standing beside a table of wines. In the second it took for me to register what was happening, he asked, “Would you like to try some wine?” Oh – that’s right, I thought, I now live in a state that sells wine in…
Some Things Never Change. Need proof? Read your tenth-grade diary.
When my friend Carolyn first told me about Mortified I was intrigued – and just a wee bit appalled. Basically, people go back and find things they wrote when they were kids – stories, diaries, letters, song lyrics – and read them on stage to a group of strangers. It sounded like some odd new…
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