by Robin | Feb 14, 2017 | Advice, Beauty, Books, Marriage, Memoir, Personal
There was no way to know 35 years ago where we’d be today. Certainly not literally, but not even in a figurative sense. 12,775 days, give or take. Plenty of ups, our share of downs, and all beautiful in their time. I believe it–that everything is...
by Robin | Jun 5, 2016 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized
I have cried more in the past three weeks than I have since my mother’s death, and that was a long, long time ago. Emotions? Threadbare. Sleep? Fitful at best. And eating a real meal? Wishful thinking. Who needs a meat and three when you can have a Snickers and...
by Robin | Jun 2, 2016 | Art of Simple, Beauty, Empty Nest, Encouragement, Family, friendship, Home, Love Where You Live, Memoir, Mom stuff, Nostalgia, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
A week ago we sold the house my children will always remember as home, the one they will dream about when they are the age I am now, when sleep makes them think they are young again. We’ve packed and we’ve purged and we’ve cried – a lot –...
by Robin | Jan 30, 2016 | (in)courage, Advice, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
“The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.” John Eldredge, Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive It almost seems like a dream to me, that season. I wouldn’t call it...
by Robin | Jan 3, 2016 | Beauty, Christmas, Faith, Family, Inspiring, Memoir, Personal
I was sitting in my kitchen, reading and alone. In the peace of Christmas Eve’s morning, I sensed something different, a change in atmosphere. There are a lot of windows in our small house; two entire sides of it are practically all glass. Streaming...
by Robin | Dec 18, 2015 | Affiliate links used, Christmas, Memoir, Mothers and daughters, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized, Winter
I waited a long, long while to find her, but the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. There was never any question about what I wanted to top our Christmas tree; not a bow or a star or but an angel. That decision was forged by the time I was five, my...