by Robin | Jul 30, 2016 | Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized
Well. You live long enough and they make a national celebration in your honor! Why, it’s motivation for me to fire up the old blog again. What? National Dance Day isn’t about me? Even better – it’s for all of us! In honor of this momentous...
by Robin | Jun 5, 2016 | (in)courage, Faith, Family, Memoir, Mom stuff, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized
I have cried more in the past three weeks than I have since . Emotions? Threadbare. Sleep? Fitful at best. And eating a real meal? Wishful thinking. Who needs a meat and three when you can have a Snickers and coffee? I wish I were kidding on that last one. It’s...
by Robin | Jun 2, 2016 | Art of Simple, Beauty, Empty Nest, Encouragement, Family, friendship, Home, Love Where You Live, Memoir, Mom stuff, Nostalgia, Parenting, Personal, Uncategorized
A week ago we sold the house my children will always remember as home, the one they will dream about when they are the age I am now, when sleep makes them think they are young again. We’ve packed and we’ve purged and we’ve cried – a lot –...
by Robin | Jan 13, 2016 | Family, Family Traditions, Favorite things, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized
Looking back through my lens as a parent, it’s difficult to understand why my father allowed it– Me going to an out-of-state college four years, especially in light of what influenced my decision: It was only 90 minutes from home. I loved the Tiger...
by Robin | Jan 4, 2016 | Favorite things, Film, Nostalgia, Personal
I love that I grew up when I did, when you had to get up to change the TV channel, when there were only three networks and manageable choices. You were at the mercy of network programmers as to what old movies they’d re-run on the weekends, and I can remember...
by Robin | Dec 18, 2015 | Affiliate links used, Christmas, Memoir, Mothers and daughters, Nostalgia, Personal, Uncategorized, Winter
I waited a long, long while to find her, but the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. There was never any question about what I wanted to top our Christmas tree; not a bow or a star or but an angel. That decision was forged by the time I was five, my...