by Robin | Nov 3, 2019 | Faith, Family, Inspiring, Marriage, Memoir, Mom stuff, Uncategorized
Yesterday we celebrated the life of my sweet mother-in-love who has endured the cruelty of dementia for years. Confined to bed for the most recent two years and unable to speak, Sarah was precious to and loved by many. For the past three weeks we knew the end...
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 | Oct 30, 2017 | Advice, Cancer is NOT okay!, Family, Health, Mothers and daughters, Personal, Uncategorized
Long ago and far away, or so it seems now, we lived in South Carolina. A few years after we landed there, a young couple moved to town, life-friends of my younger brother-in-law. We welcomed them with open arms; friends of family are friends of ours. They were...
by Robin | May 3, 2017 | Family, Family Traditions, Favorite things, Friends, friendship, Grace Table, Uncategorized
After we got engaged I couldn’t wait to finally get to choose an everyday china pattern and register for our dishes and gifts. (How in the world was that almost 30 years ago?) I didn’t need to choose fine china; I had inherited my mother’s Malden by...
by Robin | Mar 26, 2017 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Personal
He slipped in sideways between the closing elevator doors, as if he were late to a meeting; he pressed the “5” without looking. Instead of suit and tie, though, baggy pants and faded navy hung on his tall, slim frame. His stealth entry stiffened the hairs on the back...
by Robin | Dec 24, 2016 | (in)courage, Advice, Christmas, Faith, Family, Friends, Service to others
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son.” (John 3:16) You can’t fool her, you know. Two pudgy hands cup your cheeks to turn your face, demanding your eyes look deep into her own. “Mama, you’re not listening!” You can almost feel her heart...