by Robin | Mar 29, 2018 | #OYTO, Aging, Encouragement, Personal, Uncategorized, Writing
Right now, in this hair’s breadth of a moment, you are both as old as you’ve ever been, and as young as you ever will be again. Interesting thought, isn’t it? It is not unusual for me to think about time, in general, and aging,...
by Robin | Mar 8, 2018 | Compassion - India, Compassion Bloggers, Compassion International, Good causes, Inspiring, Love Gifts, Personal, Uncategorized
I’m sitting at my kitchen table where the sun is piercing filthy windowpanes, a thing I notice in the morning but forget by noon’s shadow. A ladybug sits on the sill, I’m assuming dead. Our home is a death spiral for pretty bugs dressed in red with...
by Robin | Feb 27, 2018 | #OYTO, Faith, Giveaways, Inspiring, One Year - 365 Opportunities, Personal
~ Giveaway has ended – Heartfelt thanks to all who entered! Congratulations to Susan G. for posting the selected comment! When Mimika Cooney reached out to me to participate with the Purpose Power Summit she was putting together, I carefully (prayerfully)...
by Robin | Feb 23, 2018 | (in)courage, Faith, friendship, Memoir, Personal, Uncategorized, Women
It was the first time my small group would meet her, this dear friend of our dear friend. On more than one occasion Monica had shared wisdom and insight she had gained from Sandra, and we were eager to know her, too. Proverbs 27:17 tells us that “iron...
by Robin | Feb 15, 2018 | Art, Celebrations, Faith, Family, Family Traditions, Inspiring, Life Philosophy, Memoir, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Valentine Tea, Valentine's Day
i. Today is Valentine’s Day, one of my favorite days of the year, one of the happiest reasons to celebrate life: it’s all about love. I am wearing hot pink shoes now, but I think I’ll be changing into the ones dipped in glitter, gold and a...
by Robin | Feb 4, 2018 | Beauty, Personal, Uncategorized
I was behind them in line at the Walmart return counter, Dante’s 10th circle if ever there was one. Brothers, maybe twins, I’m guessing knocking on five’s door. They were crammed into the back of a shopping cart; one kid would have been...