by Robin | May 5, 2015 | Life Philosophy, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
To say this is a big month for me is to call Everest a molehill. My first born will graduate college and my last born will bid adieu to high school. I’m fine, really…. Introspective. Contemplative. Prayer-filled. But good. This season has me...
by Robin | Feb 10, 2015 | Adventures in Germany, friendship, Hospitality, Inspiring, Kitchen, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
Here from incourage’s Friendship on Purpose series? Won’t you please take a moment to subscribe by email or in a reader? Thank you! “One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” ~ Henry Valentine Miller To say living in...
by Robin | Nov 7, 2014 | 31 Days: Hints & Tips for College Bound Students, Advice, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized, Writing
If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I’m in trouble. If you’ll indulge me, can we first look in the rearview mirror? Way back when, I was a daily blogger, no big deal at all. I would roll my eyes when NANOWRIMO came...
by Robin | May 9, 2014 | (in)courage, Adventures in Germany, Faith, friendship, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Nature, Personal
Last month I returned from Germany with precious cargo: three rocks To siphon memory and draw inspiration, I stacked them on the counter when I began to write this , and that’s exactly what my husband and son saw when they walked into the house that day....
by Robin | Jan 29, 2014 | Favorite things, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, SNOW, Winter, Women
My friend LeAna dubbed this little jump of mine “The Robin” and I loved it when she’d send pictures of herself (or her son) duplicating the move while living in Europe. Come to think of it, living abroad must bring that out; I only do TheRobin when...
by Robin | Apr 8, 2013 | Faith, Family, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
My roots burrow deep into rusty Georgia clay. Daddy might’ve been born tasting a silver spoon but Mama worked, and worked hard, for everything she had. I remember a literal pot to pee in when we visited Papa, her father; but when I think on that a...