by Robin | Aug 24, 2012 | Uncategorized
Photographed by Dan Henry, talented photographer with the Times Free Press Sometimes reality tiptoes up behind you and smacks you upside the head with truth so obvious it's a bloomin' wonder you can see well enough to read: I haven't been a 20-something...
by Robin | Aug 20, 2012 | Mom stuff, Poetry
More Than a Mixer bright sunbeam, rubied the shade of apples candied and lips painted red– a match maker wedding flour and egg and sugar and butter and that shot of vanilla (most always vanilla) into something wonderful. they drool in wait to lick...
by Robin | Aug 20, 2012 | Uncategorized
Sometimes I wonder if I make you sick when I write; mainly about remembrances and memoirs dedicated to my children. Here's why I wonder: I never reveal the dark side. Most of the time I'll disclaim perfection lest a reader think I'm declaring my babies...
by Robin | Aug 19, 2012 | Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Personal
There is this moment, this really good moment, and I want to capture it the way you can hold memory forever in a picture. We're just riding, leaving the place she had chosen for her birthday dinner, where fate would have it that it was just a...
by Robin | Aug 17, 2012 | Family, Mothers and daughters
She was born on a monday. It was a day worthy of memory: a miracle. a first. a day the world changed for the better. A day my life changed for the better. That day her grandfather walked into my room and slipped a torn piece of paper into my hand...