by Robin | Apr 14, 2024 | #OYTO, (in)courage, Aging, Life Philosophy, On my soapbox, Personal, Uncategorized, Women
Maybe the fourth time would be a charm. I sure hoped so. Even though I was determined, I wasn’t sure I could take another disappointment. Was this the God-given “desire of my heart” spoken of in Psalm 37, or simply me pursuing something I wanted in my own...
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 2, 2016 | Art, Great quotes, Inspiring, Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized, Women, Writing
Anyone who knows me understands the effect words have over me. A harsh word can wound me for years. (I could show you the scars.) A kind word has the capacity to inspire, move, challenge and encourage me, in all the ways that really matter. Words matter. ...
by Robin | Feb 12, 2015 | Advice, Aging, Do Something!, Encouragement, Nutrition, On my soapbox, Personal, Raves & Rants, Uncategorized, Whole 30, Women
I wonder how many times I read about it before taking action. A least a dozen, probably twice that. A Boot Camp offered at my church–I mean, really, how hard could that be? Initially, I wasn’t as intimidated by “Boot Camp” as I was by the early...
by Robin | Jul 9, 2014 | Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Personal, Uncategorized, Women
I’ve been counting down the days not only to share this with you, but to see it myself!! A few months ago I mentioned taking part in Atlanta’s inaugural Listen to Your Mother Show and today my performance is available on LTYM’s You Tube...
by Robin | Jun 26, 2014 | Advice, Affiliate links used, Encouragement, Family, Favorite things, friendship, Great quotes, Love Gifts, Memoir, Personal, Real beauty, The Wonder of a Woman, Uncategorized, Women
My sister gave me a gift last week and it made me so happy I screamed. Literally. We were alone in my house sitting on my youngest son’s bed, for a reason I can’t recall now. She handed me a package neatly ribboned and wrapped in the brown paper sack from...