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Holy Wrestling and Sleepless Nights

by Robin | Jul 27, 2014 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal

i. It’s four in the morning and I’m wide awake and angry about it; tossing and turning has done little to fuel exhaustion back to sleep. Begrudgingly I receive my insomnia as an invitation to prayer. It’s a sleepy intercession for the troublesome circumstances of...

So Much of Who I Am is Because of Who She Was (Listen to Your Mother Show – Atlanta 2014)

by Robin | Jul 9, 2014 | Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Personal, Uncategorized, Women

I’ve been counting down the days not only to share this with you, but to see it myself!! A few months ago I mentioned taking part in Atlanta’s inaugural Listen to Your Mother Show and today my performance is available on LTYM’s You Tube...

8,773: a different kind of love story

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...

The Glorious Misfortune #motherhood

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...

We are the world

by Robin | Jan 18, 2014 | Mom stuff, Women

In a crowded restaurant with an hour-long, Friday night wait, we scored a high-top table in the bar. The seating and location left something to be desired, but it was worth it for a quicker dinner. After a meal that was quite the entertaining story itself – not...

Treasures

by Robin | Dec 17, 2013 | Family, Memoir, Mom stuff

He’s been singing for over an hour. In his room, studying for exams, with the door closed…singing. No matter where I go in our home, I can’t escape his song. This son of mine, prescribed as tone deaf by his preschool teacher (only to me, not...