by Robin | Oct 17, 2015 | Family, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Missions, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Uncategorized
Motherhood is a gradual series of Letting Go. Some days it’s harder than others. Today is one of the hard days. My daughter is in her second month of a two-year fellowship with CrossPurpose, a training program “designed to bring together highly motivated...
by Robin | Oct 16, 2015 | Empty Nest, Encouragement, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
Rarely has there been a year when our family has celebrated so many milestones and major events– Our oldest (and only daughter) graduating from college and accepting an incredible two-year fellows position 1,500 miles from home. Our youngest graduating from high...
by Robin | Sep 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Empty Nest, Encouragement, Faith, Family, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
Sometimes when you get what you hope and pray for, it’s not just hard, it hurts. I’m a mama to three — two brothers born before their big sister turned five. Babies, then toddlers, are so active, aren’t they? Endless demands and never enough sleep, a constancy...
by Robin | Aug 17, 2015 | Aging, Empty Nest, Family, Health, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal
i. I’ve been pulling this Band-aid off for so long, I’ve become accustomed to the sting. It still hurts but the pain is a dull one just below the surface. Until it isn’t. But then once it’s off, that means the healing has taken place and the...
by Robin | Jul 16, 2015 | Advice, Aging, Health, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal
~ please take a moment to subscribe? ~ I’ve arrived at that ambiguous age where people tack on a little qualifier when they say something about you, to you– You look good for your age… Your wrinkles aren’t bad for your age…...
by Robin | Jul 6, 2015 | Encouragement, Faith, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Personal, Uncategorized
Mind and memory are such a tricky thing, aren’t they? We don’t always have the luxury of controlling what we’d like to remember – or forget. Some memories are as slick as a greased watermelon, big and colorful but impossible to hold for very...