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When Jesus went to Starbucks {a guest post}

by Robin | Apr 18, 2012 | Parenting, Personal, Social media, Teens & Tweens

{Shared with me by my daughter, published with permission from her kindred.} * * * * * * RE: If I had a blog, I would post this…. The man behind me in line at Starbucks just bought my drink.After telling the barista to put my drink on his card, he...

Love {mother}letters

by Robin | Apr 17, 2012 | Art, Beauty, Book Review, Books, Encouragement, Family, Inspiring, Kids, Mom stuff, Parenting

Divine providence brought them into my life 3½ years ago; they entered through love's door. Shannon, a favorite blogging friend of mine, thought I might be interested in and able to help "Danny" on a project-gift he was creating: a compilation of...

the beauty of all mothers

by Robin | Apr 12, 2012 | Art, Encouragement, Family, Inspiring, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal

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The Motherlovebomb

by Robin | Apr 11, 2012 | Kids, Life with boys, Memoir, Mom stuff, Mothers and daughters, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens

I am convinced when a woman gives birth, t h a t which she conceived in her womb and bled from her body remains ever connected by imperceptible thread. Her heartbeat echos in the steps of each child, her soul gently stirred by the hope in their dreams....

Three marks and three misses

by Robin | Mar 1, 2012 | Adventures in Germany, Family, Kids, Memoir, Mom stuff, Parenting, Personal, Teens & Tweens, Travel

It's her beauty mark. Just to the right of the center of her nose and an inch below viridian pool. She chooses the color of her eyes (just one of her super powers), flashing from smokey steel to azure dagger to silent sea. They dance...

Words will never hurt me…?!

by Robin | Feb 16, 2012 | Advice, Parenting, Simple Mom, Teens & Tweens

I'm embarrassed to admit it, and its truth pains me, but I'm almost certain the people to whom I've spoken most hatefully are my own children and husband. I've wondered if I'm the only one who does this. Why do the people I love most receive the...