by Robin | Jun 26, 2014 | Advice, Affiliate links used, Encouragement, Family, Favorite things, friendship, Great quotes, Love Gifts, Memoir, Personal, Real beauty, The Wonder of a Woman, Uncategorized, Women
My sister gave me a gift last week and it made me so happy I screamed. Literally. We were alone in my house sitting on my youngest son’s bed, for a reason I can’t recall now. She handed me a package neatly ribboned and wrapped in the brown paper sack from...
by Robin | Jun 8, 2014 | Deeper Family @ Deeper Story, Faith, friendship, Memoir, Personal
Those were the days, my friend We thought they’d never end We’d sing and dance forever and a day We’d live the life we choose We’d fight and never lose Those were the days Oh, yes, those were the days. ~ Those Were the Days, credited to Gene...
by Robin | Jun 5, 2014 | Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
Twenty-one years ago I was walking in the days of great expectation. My first was to be born at the end of a long, hot summer, smack dab in the middle of one of only three months I had told God I did not want to have a baby. He grinned and said, “August...
by Robin | May 30, 2014 | Marriage, Memoir, Nostalgia, Personal
Ours wasn’t a fairytale romance. It was the kind of courtship that lasted years, where the heart is batted and bruised, where we both made damn sure the other was The One. Oh, sweet youth…where one dares to presume to k n o w such things! There were...
by Robin | May 22, 2014 | Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
How is it that I’ve never accomplished being two places at once but she’s everywhere I turn? In the blue mason jar on the kitchen counter. (Out of all the glasses I have, these are what she chooses to drink from. Every time.) In the half-eaten Zip-loc of...
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....