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....
by Robin | Apr 24, 2014 | Memoir, Personal, The Wonder of a Woman, Women
I can’t help but be thankful and marvel at the difference a year makes. I woke up on New Year’s Day 2013 with the weight of What Was To Come handcuffing me to my bed: my fiftieth birthday. I hardly felt like the girl who stretches...
by Robin | Apr 21, 2014 | Adventures in Germany, Europe, Funny Stuff!, Humor, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized
I’m out of breath riding backwards on a train sitting across from an Asian student who doesn’t speak English but who does speak German. She’s working on an exam of some sort, using a pencil and block eraser and painting her words beautiful, none of...