by Robin | Dec 15, 2017 | Advice, Art of Simple, Favorite things, Memoir, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
We moved to a new house over the summer. Invariably, that meant we not only had to unpack all the items from the small house we had lived in for the past several years; but also furniture and possessions that had been stored since we sold our (much larger) home...
by Robin | Oct 30, 2017 | Advice, Cancer is NOT okay!, Family, Health, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Uncategorized
Long ago and far away, or so it seems now, we lived in South Carolina. A few years after we landed there, a young couple moved to town, life-friends of my younger brother-in-law. We welcomed them with open arms; friends of family are friends of ours. They were...
by Robin | Feb 14, 2017 | Advice, Beauty, Books, Marriage, Memoir, Personal
There was no way to know 35 years ago where we’d be today. Certainly not literally, but not even in a figurative sense. 12,775 days, give or take. Plenty of ups, our share of downs, and all beautiful in their time. I believe it–that everything is...
by Robin | Feb 2, 2017 | Advice, Affiliate links used, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Uncategorized
Being a mom is one of the hardest jobs on the planet. I also believe it’s the best job on the planet, and I can say now, from where I sit as an Empty Nester, it’s beautifully, thought sometimes brutally, worthwhile and satisfying. My...
by Robin | Dec 24, 2016 | (in)courage, Advice, Christmas, Faith, Family, Friends, Service to others
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son.” (John 3:16) You can’t fool her, you know. Two pudgy hands cup your cheeks to turn your face, demanding your eyes look deep into her own. “Mama, you’re not listening!” You can almost feel her heart...
by Robin | Feb 25, 2016 | (in)courage, Advice, Faith, friendship, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Marriage, Religion
There’s little doubt that familiarity breeds contempt, but recently I found myself wondering if familiarity can breed contempt even when it comes to Scripture. (Gasp!) There’s part of me that scolds myself — a heretic at best, guilty of apostasy or blasphemy at...