On coming home

My eyes blink open to black of night, my body disoriented to time and place.  It's saying nine but the clock insists it's three. Familiar is foreign and foreign is familiar. Crazy, sleepy thoughts, crafted from fatigue and mental exhaustion, the toll...

J’adore Paris

  Can you tell Paris makes me happy? This might be the funnest moment of my summer and my son captured it at just the right moment.

See…Robin…Dance ~ Five Minutes & Foreshadowing

Can't you see my soul & spirit dancing?! Almost 25 years ago my husband gave me a gift that wasn't really a gift, but it was akind of giving in which I've taken great delight for decades, so we shall count it as one, okay? My name. Robin Dance....

My favorte journal entry of all time

When my sister-in-law sorted through a mountain of schoolwork sent home with her children at the end of the year, she discovered precious treasure:  a journal entry by her youngest child and only daughter.   Written before Thanksgiving last year, it told her...

The Closet Epistle

It's not like I haven't seen it a thousand times.   But you know the difference between hearing and l.i.s.t.e.n.i.n.g.?  It's like that but with eyes instead of ears.  Seeing versus s.e.e.i.n.g.   My daughter just...

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