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.

Bake Sale !!!

If you happen to be in the Woodstock, Virginia area tomorrow Friday 8/24, stop by the Consulate Care assisted living facility for their bake sale.  It’s a Friday, so you’ll probably be needing a pick-me-up to get you to the weekend.  The feeding frenzy starts after breakfast and continues until everything’s eaten! All proceeds go to help one of the residents.  Here are pictures of my three personal favorites that I made to help the cause. Continue reading Bake Sale !!!

An Angel at the Drive-Thru Window

My Dad spent 10 days at a Regional Hospital for back surgery, 35 days at an assisted living facility for rehabilitation, then returned home for 4 days.  On day 5 at home, he fell on the concrete surface of our car port and broke his hip. Continue reading An Angel at the Drive-Thru Window

Beautiful, in German (schön)

Ten days ago, I posted a story called ‘Beautiful’.  It was meant as an example of the positive feelings of self-worth felt by one person after another person’s kind words and actions.  Two days after sharing , I experienced an amendment to the story. Continue reading Beautiful, in German (schön)

The Central Brothers

First shared with anyone who would listen on September 1, 2016, this is an audio recording from 1978,  which is the  No. 1 all-time ‘hit’ according to the statistic pages of EarthToRobin.com. Continue reading The Central Brothers

The Circle of Life

Something just dawned on me today.  I’ve spent the last 7 or 8 or 9 days sitting with my Dad in the hospital (the dates and days of the week have become a blur).  As I order his meals, press the required call button for help or speak with the doctors, nurses and techs, the beeps and buzzers and pagers are muted from time to time by the moans and coughs and groans of his floormates. Continue reading The Circle of Life