• Rhonda Hopkins, Finding Light Within the Darkness, Author, Books
    Books,  Holidays

    I hope you’re enjoying the holiday season. I have a few holiday goodies that I think you’ll enjoy today. So, I’m just going to get to it! (Some of these may be affiliate links.) I also have more holiday goodies in my newsletter! Holiday Goodies Books NEW PARANORMAL AUDIOBOOK RELEASELost Girl by Anne Francis ScottAllison Weathers doesn’t believe in ghosts. But when a tragic twist of fate leads her to the small mountain town of Dawson Mills, Tennessee, she soon learns that the dead don’t always stay silent. Amazon-Audible US | Amazon-Audible UK | iTunes       YOUNG ADULT FANTASY – 1st in series only 99¢The Shadow of a…

  • Kenneth Hopkins
    Family,  Holidays

    My Dad, My Hero

    This post was originally published for Father’s Day in 2011. My dad passed away this month (August 2019). He is missed. On Father’s Day in 2014, I woke up with the beginnings of this poem in my thoughts and proceeded to write Scarred Hands before I ever made it out of bed. Scarred Hands Hands scarred and rough from decades of hard work:Twisting bolts, lifting engines, replacing beltsWhile grease, oil and other liquids stained the skin. Years of taking care of a home, fixing things needing repair;Mowing, plowing, and planting vegetables and flowers;Always, tending to the safety of family with those hands. From hugging his mother, to saluting his sergeant,Wearing…

  • Family,  Holidays

    My Mom, Love Personified

    One of my facebook friends asked a question last night. “When you think of your mother, what is the first thought that comes to your mind?” My answer, “Love”. That was the word that came to me immediately. Although my mom isn’t perfect, I can’t imagine having a more perfect mom. Doris Hopkins turned 20 just eight days after giving birth to me. And she has spent each one of those days in the past 48 years (shhhh….don’t tell anyone how old I am!) since then caring for me, my sister, my dad, the grandkids and great-grandkids. I remember her reading to me when I was little and letting me…