Memoir Archives - Page 17 of 18

The First Last

by Robin | Nov 1, 2010 | Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved I almost missed it because I was so self-absorbed. The first...

Lesson and legacy

by Robin | May 9, 2010 | Memoir, Mom stuff

The memories I have of my mother can be counted on ten fingers; try as I might, there's no need for counting toes…she didn't live enough years for me to remember more. Still shots in albums assure me there are more–and I'm thankful for...

Love doesn’t die, people do

by Robin | Apr 6, 2010 | friendship, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized

It is the best of times and worst of times that reveal the most of who we are. Tuesday was my birthday; on Wednesday two friends died. It’s an odd thing, reconciling the emotions attached to celebration of life and celebration of end of life…. * * * * * I...

Fair of face, my Monday child

by Robin | Aug 17, 2009 | Beauty, Family, Kids, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized

She was born on a Monday. Hers was not a delivery of water breaking and husband waking, contractions aching and “it’s time!” mistaking; it was planned for convenience (my doctor’s) and impatience (my own). My body signaled “ready”...

Unintentional lessons

by Robin | Aug 10, 2009 | (in)courage, Cancer is NOT okay!, Encouragement, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mothers and daughters, Personal

"I wanted you to see what real courage is….It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."~ Atticus Finch, in Harper Lee's, "To Kill a...

Last gift

by Robin | Jan 11, 2009 | Family, Memoir, Personal

My father was notorious for imaginative gift-giving, particularly in the last years of his life. Rarely the one to act on a suggestion, if he saw something he thought you needed, he’d get it; never you mind, it was something you couldn’t even sell on Ebay!...