by Robin | Jun 8, 2011 | Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal
I’m anchored to a familiar perch, a red stool at our kitchen bar. It’s one of my favorite writing spots, overlooking a squirrel’s playground every day and a bunny sanctuary on my luckiest days. She rounds the kitchen corner in a burst of morning...
by Robin | May 31, 2011 | Beauty, Family, Favorite things, Kids, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Nostalgia, Personal
"I was too embarrassed to tell them my answer," she said out of the blue. I think it was conversation over a pile of laundry. Her youth leader had one of those books written to break ice and force people to reveal little known facts about themselves,...
by Robin | May 13, 2011 | Kids, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
Today is Friday the 13th and though I'm not the superstitious type, this day is weighty and significant and I find myself holding my breath. It is the eve of my first born's high school graduation. Tomorrow will mark the closing of one door and the...
by Robin | May 8, 2011 | Encouragement, Family, Great quotes, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting
Thoughts have scattered this morning, fallen rice on marble tile. I simply can't manage to sweep all the grains into one pile. So instead of sharing my own words, I'll borrow from another and then another, words I found myself in…and maybe you...
by Robin | May 4, 2011 | Family, Favorite things, Kids, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Nostalgia, Ouch!, Parenting, Personal
"Shit." In four letters I was outed at our playgroup, betrayed by Goldilocks: I was a terrible mother. Not quite five years old she obviously had learned it "somewhere." Everyone knew somewhere was probably home, and because I spent...
by Robin | Apr 15, 2011 | Family, Kids, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Writing
How can the ordinary be nothing short of miraculous? Before first breath she was wholly dependent on me. Every beat of my heart thundered in her ears, the white noise of mother comfort. My body was her protector, her strength, her incubator…her...