by Robin | Nov 29, 2016 | Family, Gratitude, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Uncategorized
She had no idea what her words were doing to me that night. My heart was growing like the Grinch’s when he finally understood the mystery and beauty of Christmas. Which I realize, as I tell this tale, is essentially about the same thing: Giving. Because...
by Robin | Nov 22, 2012 | Encouragement, Faith, Family, Favorite things, Gratitude, Inspiring, Personal, Thanksgiving
One of my favorite things is an extraordinary, everyday miracle. I'm not speaking of Miracles of Biblical Proportion; rather the simple things that mean little to anyone else and the world to you, and that most people would scoff at and roll their eyes for my...
by Robin | Oct 23, 2012 | Adventures in Germany, Beauty, Favorite things, Gratitude, Personal
One of my favorite things about living in small town Bavaria (among many favorite things)) is riding my bike. To the store, to a friend's house or just to ride, the places I go are typically accessible by two wheels instead of four. Even after eight...
by Robin | Feb 14, 2012 | Adventures in Germany, Family, Family Traditions, Gratitude, Life Philosophy, Personal, Travel, Valentine Tea, Valentine's Day
“Not necessarily better or worse,just different.”~ me It’s Valentine’s Day. It’s Valentine’s Day, but it doesn’t f e e l like Valentine’s Day, and in fact, little feels like it always has. Gone is routine. ...
by Robin | Oct 18, 2011 | Beauty, Favorite things, Gratitude, Kids, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters
She is full and hungry when she arrives. And ready. I didn't like that part, though. Ready made me wait. But Ready made a heart grow impossibly fonder, love smothering complaint like snow blanketing barren ground. I'm full...
by Robin | Sep 1, 2011 | Cancer is NOT okay!, Chattanooga, Encouragement, Faith, Gratitude, Great quotes, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens
It is raining. There has never been a dryer month in Chattanooga than August 2011, and yet it pours. Growl and hiss, snarl and bite, it’s raining cats and dogs, the dangerous kind. Black lips curl over porcelain daggers, ready to sink in to flesh, to spill...