by Robin | Jul 16, 2011 | (in)courage, Encouragement, Favorite things, Nostalgia, Personal
Even with the chicken-scratchiest scrawl, there’s something treasurable in a handwritten letter. Isn’t that why we box some away, impossible to relegate them to trash? I still have letters from my Jennie Arnold Edwards Y Camp days, some likely 40 years old. And...
by Robin | Jul 11, 2011 | Art, Beauty, Encouragement, Gratitude, Great quotes, Humor, Inspiring, One Thousand Gifts
One Thousand Gifts ~ Multitudes on Monday I'm a lover of words and delight in those who string them together like exquisite pearls or even a chunky beaded necklace; I suppose this is why I'm inclined to share my own on this corner of the web. But word economy...
by Robin | May 8, 2011 | Encouragement, Family, Great quotes, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting
Thoughts have scattered this morning, fallen rice on marble tile. I simply can't manage to sweep all the grains into one pile. So instead of sharing my own words, I'll borrow from another and then another, words I found myself in…and maybe you...
by Robin | Apr 5, 2011 | Encouragement, Favorite things, friendship, Gratitude, Kitchen
I like to cook; and nothin' makes me wanna cook for YOU more than a good compliment. Two of my favorites? Just last night from a first-time guest, a high school junior guy– (Smiling Cheshire big) "That banana puddin' just hit the back...
by Robin | Mar 9, 2011 | Advice, Encouragement, Friends, friendship, Life Philosophy, Personal
Have you ever struggled with a relationship you wanted to pursue that met with resistance or indifference–or worse–from the object of your friendly affection? Perhaps professional or conceivably personal, a pursuit that leaves you scratching your head over...
by Robin | Jan 20, 2011 | Blissdom, Encouragement, Faith, Personal
Is it just me or can a n y o n e else out there go from top of the world to bottom of the barrel in a heart beat and for no apparent reason? Is it simply the tortured artist(wannabe)/creative that lives within? Can we chalk it up to hormones for the...