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The Apartment

by Robin | Nov 20, 2014 | Breast Cancer, Family, Memoir, Personal

It is one of my earliest memories, certainly the first one I learned on purpose. One-seventy-five-baxter-drive-apartment-J-seven-five-four-three-four-two-eight-one I say it now like I did back then, without a breath in between each word. That’s how I could...

The Secret Marvel Comics Fears Most…

by Robin | Sep 6, 2014 | (in)courage, Faith, Family

It was just the two of us, alone in our house. My daughter had been digging out everything she’d need for her off-campus apartment, the things she had packed away in drawers and boxes and her closet just three months earlier… The paradox of just yesterday...

Unintentional Lessons || A Throwback Thursday Celebrating {in}courage’s 5th Anniversary!

by Robin | Sep 4, 2014 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff

Over five years ago, together with Holley Gerth and Annie Downs, I had the privilege of posting on the day {in}courage was born. Yesterday, {in}courage officially commemorated our 5th anniversary with a stroll down memory lane, a free e-book and a big ol’...

The Global Body of Believers: a guest post by my daughter. Sorta.

by Robin | Aug 11, 2014 | Faith, Family, Favorite things

If you follow my blog, you already know my oldest has been interning in the Philippines this summer. After almost three months, I’m ready for her to be back. Rachel has been a reader since she could distinguish A from B, and at times her appetite for books was...

Pushmi-pullyu

by Robin | Aug 6, 2014 | Aging, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized

It was sometime after the start of last school year when my youngest decided to be a jerk. “Wow, Mom, next year is going to kill you…” He had my attention. “…I’ll be graduating high school and Rachel will graduate from college.” His...

Holy Wrestling and Sleepless Nights

by Robin | Jul 27, 2014 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal

i. It’s four in the morning and I’m wide awake and angry about it; tossing and turning has done little to fuel exhaustion back to sleep. Begrudgingly I receive my insomnia as an invitation to prayer. It’s a sleepy intercession for the troublesome circumstances of...