All posts by Robin

Originally from little Woodstock, Virginia, I’ve led a nomadic life-style that’s taken me on a great big circular ride around the globe. From the Shenandoah Valley to Las Vegas, visits to Europe, the Caribbean and across the United States; only to end up here again at my childhood home, almost fifty years later. I began sharing my written stories with my friends and family after the death of my very best friend. There are some stories that I can’t tell yet because the characters are still living. But with his passing, he became fair game. And from that, came me sharing a lot more of myself. Heck, people seem to enjoy reading my ramblings. I hope that you will also.

Christmas Music in Febuary

I tell you what.  I JUST got my hands on a copy of The Singing Christmas Tree performance from December 2017, at Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia.  And you know what?  We were pretty daggone good.  I’m an old rock & roller, listen to the Stones for breakfast, but live music of any kind is good music. Continue reading Christmas Music in Febuary

Why, Why, Why?

The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.

It’s not manly.  It’s not the way a man is supposed to act.  A grown man sobbing like a little girl.  A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?

I Stole a Hamster One Day

This is a story about college life.  Maybe not your college experience, but mine.

Freshman year was spent housed in a building called C-section.  It’s just now dawned on me, that’s a term for a method of childbirth, but this enclosure was more of a prison building, made of cinder block and steel doors, painted in an ugly, drab, blue-green shade of industrial paint. Continue reading I Stole a Hamster One Day