by Robin | Sep 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Empty Nest, Encouragement, Faith, Family, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
Sometimes when you get what you hope and pray for, it’s not just hard, it hurts. I’m a mama to three — two brothers born before their big sister turned five. Babies, then toddlers, are so active, aren’t they? Endless demands and never enough sleep, a constancy...
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 | May 5, 2015 | Life Philosophy, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
To say this is a big month for me is to call Everest a molehill. My first born will graduate college and my last born will bid adieu to high school. I’m fine, really…. Introspective. Contemplative. Prayer-filled. But good. This season has me...
by Robin | Feb 14, 2015 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Family Traditions, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Valentine Tea, Valentine's Day
Valentine’s Day isn’t about romance or passion to me. Instead, it’s a blur of fizzy affections tethered first to grade school then later to a woman of valor. I grew up in a Mayberry-esque town before the internet or big box craft stores were born....
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 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...