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...
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 1, 2015 | Empty Nest, Family, Favorite things, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
It was likely birthed as a gentle correction to my inconsiderate transgression: I had dared to turn down the corner of a page in one of her books. For one so young, she took good care of her special possessions, and there were no greater treasures than her books....
by Robin | Aug 18, 2015 | Aging, Empty Nest, Faith, Memoir, Parenting, Uncategorized
ii There’s this scene in the 1980s version of About Last Night where Demi Moore’s character, Debbie, is rebuffing her former lover’s (and boss’s) advances. Steve’s a persistent one, not believing her first “no” and reminding...
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 | Aug 11, 2015 | Aging, Favorite things, Marriage, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
Mr. Housman was a crusty old man with gravel in his voice. A stubble of white dusted the sides of his head. His skin was a map of liver spots and blotches. When he stood his tallest I could look him square, and his belly looked like he had swallowed a...