by Robin | Sep 1, 2011 | Cancer is NOT okay!, Chattanooga, Encouragement, Faith, Gratitude, Great quotes, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens
It is raining. There has never been a dryer month in Chattanooga than August 2011, and yet it pours. Growl and hiss, snarl and bite, it’s raining cats and dogs, the dangerous kind. Black lips curl over porcelain daggers, ready to sink in to flesh, to spill...
by Robin | Aug 23, 2011 | Family, Life Philosophy, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
Nine months I get to know her before I ever see her face, that perfect round face topped in downy black with serious eyes and delicate features, and though my sister warned me it might not happen, it was love at first sight. Love before first sight. I marvel:...
by Robin | Aug 17, 2011 | Family, Favorite things, Gratitude, Kids, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens
She accomplished something I haven't seen many accomplish: She changed because she wanted to. It wasn't easy, either. You see, it's one thing to see yourself as you are, desire to change something about yourself, and then...
by Robin | Aug 11, 2011 | Books, Exercise in Frustration, Film, Movie reviews, Ouch!, Personal
Oh, my. I loved the book The Help, not because it was the best-written novel I've ever read, but because I can identify with the story in part, because this is the era in which I grew up. I thought (romanticized??) that Abileen's and Minny's...
by Robin | Aug 4, 2011 | Faith, Family, Mom stuff, New York City, Parenting, Personal, Travel
I heard it before I heard it, '70s Seals & Crofts, one of my favorites of theirs. It was only when I stepped out of the shower to towel off that I heard myself humming along to the radio. Life, so they say, is but a game and we let it slip away....
by Robin | Jul 29, 2011 | Family, Family Traditions, Favorite things, Food and Drink, Personal, Southern, y'all
Blood and marriage are reason enough to gather on the hottest day of the year to celebrate family, for no other reason than that. It's the Southern Way. On a canvas of conversation broad-stroked with laughter, the fizzy flit of flies joins a threatening...