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CAPTION THIS! {a Notes From A Blue Bike GIVEAWAY!}

by Robin | Jan 29, 2014 | Favorite things, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Personal, SNOW, Winter, Women

My friend LeAna dubbed this little jump of mine “The Robin” and I loved it when she’d send pictures of herself (or her son) duplicating the move while living in Europe. Come to think of it, living abroad must bring that out; I only do TheRobin when...

Winter’s lament

by Robin | Jan 6, 2014 | Parenting, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized, Winter

Winter’s Lament Four snowflakes sailed passed my window a horizontal glide a finger to gravity wind’s revelation. tiny misguided flurry losing its way leaving their pack choosing a less-traveled path. so easy to count too easy to count a tease a taunt a...

On Waiting and Advent

by Robin | Dec 26, 2013 | Christmas, Parenting, Personal

It’s different now. Christmas. It’s different. This celebration of a baby king that culminates in a wrapping paper frenzy and tissue paper flurry on Christmas morning has changed with the times. The times are my children–taller than me and...

The beauty of becoming r e a l

by Robin | Dec 23, 2013 | Memoir, Personal

One of the most beautiful lessons on real beauty came to me as a child. Sealed in the story of a child’s stuffed animal, the lesson has clung to me ever since like velveteen on rabbit ~ “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near...

Love Is…and Isn’t

by Robin | Nov 16, 2013 | Marriage, Personal

He asked me two months ago if I minded if he went; it would mean we wouldn’t spend our anniversary together. It didn’t matter to me in the least; I’m married to him not a day, and I knew we’d celebrate sometime close enough for it to count. ...

A Woman’s Super(natural) Power

by Robin | Oct 21, 2013 | Favorite things, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal, The Wonder of a Woman, Women

Venus and Amor by Berlin sculpture, Reinhold Begas on display at Munich’s Neue Pinakothek. Image by Robin Dance. When my children were all still young, they were demanding little creatures. At times, their relentless needs plucked raw my patience...