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On honor and in-laws: a different kind of love story

by Robin | Feb 9, 2010 | (in)courage, Encouragement, Faith, Family, Personal

When the two of you became one, and his people became your people, how’d that work out for ya? Does your relationship with your in-laws fall into the “for better” or “for worse” category? If it falls into the former and your relationship rains roses and...

Tween talk

by Robin | Feb 8, 2010 | Family, Humor, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting

My 12-year-old son: "I'm glad I don't have a girlfriend for two reasons…."Me (glad he doesn't have a girlfriend for ANY reason): "Oh yeah? How come?"Son: "One, I don't have a cell phone. ...

Easy Chicken & Dumplings

by Robin | Jan 25, 2010 | Family, Food and Drink, Recipes

One of my new year-initiated goals is to make one recipe from Southern Living each month; while I'm hopeful to incorporate more, this is something measurable, doable and serves my entire family. Literally :). January's issue is FULL of yummy choices and...

Levity of the male persuasion

by Robin | Jan 15, 2010 | Family, Humor, Kids, Parenting, Personal

Realizing I was out of coffee tonight angrily demanded I make a grocery run when it was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Well, a much uglier fate would have been not discovering our dilemma until morning–hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

It might not cure acne but it’s so cute, who cares?

by Robin | Nov 28, 2009 | Family, Humor, Teens & Tweens, youtube ROCKS!

As a mom to two teens and a tween, oh, how I feel their pain when unsightly blemishes pop up. When it's worse than a pimple or two, I'd be willing to take 'em on the chin (and cheeks and nose and forehead and…) if it meant my kids wouldn't...

It’s kind of like the baking equivalent of sushi, right?

by Robin | Nov 25, 2009 | Family, Fathers and daughters, Humor, Parenting, Personal

One of my happiest childhood memories is licking the bowl. Didn't matter whether it was a batch of cookies or batter for a cake, there was something deliciously forbidden about swirling my index finger around the rim of the bowl and savoring the sticky...