by Robin | Aug 3, 2010 | Family, Mom stuff, Nostalgia, Personal, Photos, Southern, y'all, Travel, When art imitates life
I love my hometown; though it was never as small, it’s Mayberry to me. A few weeks ago I went back to celebrate my niece’s first birthday. Since my parents aren’t living, it’s not a trip I make often enough. Walking though Five Points, I...
by Robin | Aug 2, 2010 | Chattanooga, Faith, Family, Favorite things, Home, Kids, Mom stuff, Personal, Weather
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it...
by Robin | Jul 30, 2010 | Blogging, Favorite things, Personal, Southern, y'all, Wow!, Writing
Last night some of the happiest, funnest blogging news OF ALL TIME crossed my inbox… If you've read me for any length of time, you know I relish all things Southern. When I learned my beloved Southern Living magazine had chosen me as their Mama...
by Robin | Jul 27, 2010 | Humor, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens, youtube ROCKS!
There’s just something about the excitement of a child–adrenaline-filled Christmas-morning anticipation, the kind of waiting-for that slows days into 24-hour eternities. His eyes have been locked on the calendar for this day. He’ll defy death...
by Robin | Jul 21, 2010 | Advice, Encouragement, Faith, Kids, Mom stuff, Music, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Videos, youtube ROCKS!
"We're the nerds…we sit at the nerd table at lunch." It wasn't a pity party or a passive-aggressive attempt to coax a compliment from me, it was a declarative statement, a matter-of-fact assessment of "who" they were by one of their...
by Robin | Jul 16, 2010 | Advice, Books, Chattanooga, Encouragement, Family, Favorite things, friendship, Great ideas!, Life Philosophy, Mom stuff, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Writing
Sometimes you strike gold when you aren’t even mining for it. The idea was planted the way a lot of great ideas are–buried in the loamy subconscious, waiting to burst surface at just the right time. The blame–no, make that credit–goes to Don...