by Robin | Jun 20, 2010 | Faith, Family, Personal, Poetry
Chronicled fours years ago as my siblings and I watched my father's slow-motion, heart-breaking end-of-life, this poem stands as one of the most important pieces I've ever penned. As my heart bleeds words in witness of painful circumstance, I never let...
by Robin | Sep 23, 2009 | Family, Fathers and daughters, Parenting, Personal
"Call me anytime." It was how all my phone calls ended with Daddy, usually the sentence just prior to the "I love yous" that substituted "goodbye". Though I never said it, I often thought "YOU call ME!" because I...
by Robin | Jun 19, 2009 | Uncategorized
Shriveled in his chair like a grape destined for mediocre wine, he looked at his wrist for the 12th time; three minutes later than last time. The watch, a Timex, was a Father’s Day gift purchased with love and pride and six month’s of baby-sitting...
by Robin | Oct 24, 2006 | Aging, Faith, Family, Fathers and daughters, Uncategorized
…and sometimes I write for me. This one’s for me. Because I want to remember. It’s not a side often shown “here”, so many distractions…and well, it just takes longer (maybe only for me, I dunno). There’s so much more to...